If there is one genre I consistently read year to year, it is memoirs. I just love to hear other people’s stories and learn from their experiences. Maybe that is why I ended up in this profession. Or maybe I am just very nosey. Toss up probably.
- The Rainbow Comes and Goes: A Mother and Son on Life, Love, and Loss by Anderson Cooper – Things I am a little embarrassed to admit: 1. I am obsessed with Anderson Cooper because he was the host of the reality game show The Mole, long before he was a serious CNN talking head. 2. I thought Gloria Vanderbilt was just a made up brand name for the skin-tight, high-waisted mom jeans of my youth. I did not know Gloria Vanderbilt was actually a real person with an illustrious past. 3. I gobbled up all the gossip in this book in a record amount of time.
- Open by Andrew Agassi – Shaun White raved about this book on Tim Ferris’s podcast, saying that it inspired him to be more disciplined about his off-snow regime. After reading the book, I am pretty sure I would never have the fortitude to be a pro athlete. (And yes, he also talks about her and this and that.)
- The Art of Asking; or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Let People Help by Amanda Palmer – I had no idea who Amanda Palmer was because my musical spectrum is limited whatever is on “90’s on 9” on SiriusXM Radio. I am really not sure how I even happened upon this book (maybe her husband Neil Gaiman?) Anyways, even if you are not a member of a Brechtian Punk Cabaret band you can learn from Amanda’s tales of stepping out of her comfort zone and asking for help.
- No Baggage: A Minimalist Tale of Love and Wandering by Clara Benson – I definitely would not spend three weeks in Europe without a change of clothes, or more importantly, deodorant. But the voyeur in me is interested in those who would. I just would not sit close to them on the subway.
- Four Season in Rome: On Twins, Insomnia, and the Biggest Funeral in the History of the World by Anthony Doerr – While Doerr is the Pulitzer Prize-winning author of All The Light We Cannot See, and I am hack blogger with virtually no readers beyond close relations, I found his tales from the parenting trenches very relatable. Baby puke, sleep deprivation, and feelings of ineptitude are universal new parent experiences.
How does this worker-bee/soccer-mom/rickety-runner find time to read 50 books a year? This is my secret.