In this post, I mentioned my attraction to reading memoirs. I especially enjoy memoirs of other writers, but I’ll also read about dysfunctional families, heroic teachers, struggling actors, women in other cultures…just about anything except stories of people and their pets (I’m way too tenderhearted when it comes to animal tales).
Fortunately (or unfortunately for my ever growing tbr pile) it seems everybody under the sun is writing a memoir these days. I recently read Hungry Hill, a (dysfunctional family) memoir by Carole O’Malley Gaunt. Hungry Hill is a fascinating portrait of a family, but it’s also a portrait of a time and place – an Irish Catholic working-class neighborhood in the early 1960s. Gaunt sees it for what it really is with all its limits and prejudice, a time when problems weren’t discussed aloud, when everyone was expected to “deal with it,” whatever “it” might be, without help from anyone. You can read my complete review at Curled Up With a Good Book.
If Hungry Hill sounds like something you’d like to read, enter to win a copy by leaving a comment here with the title of your favorite memoir. A winner will be chosen on May 30, 2008.