Maureen comes from a working class family in St John's, Newfoundland. She's a senior in a Catholic parochial high school.
Even though she can't sing she fakes her way into the school choir so she can travel as part of the group to Montreal and perform at Expo '67, the world's fair taking place there in 1967.
As soon as she arrives, her and a girlfriend go AWOL and hit the Montreal nightlife.
Before you can say " G'wan with cha" she gets drunk and wakes up in a strange hotel room having lost her virginity as well as her girlfriend.
Evidently not big deal.
She goes back to the hotel, don't know that she ever performs at Expo, but the next night is out looking for her girlfriend in the same bars and has sex with another, more or less anonymous guy all the while not enjoying it one bit, which makes this reader wonder why she does it?
Not wanting to hang around with someone she hardly knows she ends up at yet another bar, gets dead drunk and has sex with an "old man".
Back home and back at Catholic school in St. John's she throws up on a nun's habit and is announced pregnant and kicked out of school.
Her mother, "the Sarge" tells her she isn't going to sit around so she gets a part time job in a discount store where all the other employees hate her.
There's more, but none of it has any motivation, there's little character development - it is just one grim situation after another.
Why would a "good" girl attending a Catholic school, suddenly go on a sex and drinking binge just because she's away from home?
I never found out because I abandoned Crying for the Moon after three chapters. Blame it on a really unsympathetic character and an inability to suspend disbelief.
This is a good example of a "celebrity book". The publisher knows the author's fame in other endeavours, in this case author Mary Walsh being somewhat of an comic icon in Canada, will sell enough books to make a profit.
Maybe stick to comedy, Mary, or was this book supposed to be a joke and I just didn't get it?
Best Friends Animal Society is an animal rescue and sanctuary in southern Utah. When news of Hurricane Katrina hit the media, some of the founders of the society and volunteers headed out to Tylertown, MO to set up a home base to do rescue mission in New Orleans. Tylertown was 300 miles from the destruction of the Gulf Coast and was a shelter that Best Friends had helped build back in 2000.
Yeah, I am giving this book 5 stars just out of sentimentality and because the folks of Best Friends kicked ass. In total, they rescued more than 3,200 animals, mostly domestic pets such as dogs, cats, and birds; they also rescued some animals left from at a pet shop and took in animals that wound up at the local animal shelters just prior to the storm hitting. There were vets as volunteers on site, but some of the animals rescued were sent to local docs or flown to animal medical specialists to get life-saving medical care. There were animal groomers, who had the task of washing/shearing the animals to rid them of the dirty, oily flood waters.
The temporary base at Tylertown actually stayed open and running until May 2006, eight months after the storm hit. Animals were then reunited with their owners, adopted by new owners, or ended up at the sanctuary in Utah. There was a lot of cooperation between Best Friends rescuers and the military; seems the two groups got together to avoid dealing with city officials - who had no plans whatsoever in rescue/recovery phase of the emergency response in regards to people, much less than the pets left behind.
Although some photographs show animals in perilous situations, there isn't any gory photos or pictures of animals who died; I could recommend this book for kids as well as sensitive adults. The photographs were taken by Troy Snow, who is a volunteer for Best Friends and decided a book chronicling the first couple of weeks of the rescue would make a good historical document of the operation and fundraiser (all royalties from the sale of this book go to Best Friends Rescue Fund.
I’ve known Nora McInerny Purmort for a long time*. As co-workers, we would pal around the office, hang out by the coffee maker, and occasionally gossip. You know — the shit people typically do when they work in confined spaces together 40 some hours a week. Back then, she was sharp, witty, and goofy-in-all-the-right-ways. [She was also the first person to ever tell me about Facebook]
After I quit advertising and long after Nora moved out of New York, I’d still randomly see her pop up on the streets of New York. She’d say flattering things to her friends about me. She’d talk about how ‘cool’ I was for quitting my job and for writing comics full time. She said very nice things, very kind things, and very encouraging things that made me blush. She was cool like that. She still is.
So, flash forward a bunch of years… and here I am reviewing an advanced copy of HER new book: It's Okay to Laugh (Crying Is Cool Too). Completely unprompted, I had nice things to say about it. Also, you should buy it when it hits stores on May 24th.
“Bad stuff is just like good stuff: it just happens”
It's Okay to Laugh recounts the loss of Nora’s husband, the death of her father and the miscarriage of her second child all in the span of weeks. With infinite grace, irresistible prose and enduring honesty, Nora transforms what would be a heart-breaking memoir into a life-affirming anthem. A natural storyteller, Nora’s words will make you laugh and cry all in the same paragraph, often in the same sentence. Her spell-binding essays on depression, cancer, death, motherhood, and familyhood have a gust of self-determination, even in the face of harrowing adversity. With a cheerful pragmatism that one might find in the works of Anne Lamott or Elizabeth Gilbert, Nora captures the highs and lows of simply living one’s life — pointing out that life is harder than it looks for everyone, but in the end, things are going to be okay, sorta. Losing someone you love isn’t easy. Reading this book won’t make it easier. This isn’t a Guide Book for Grief. It won’t magically heal the hole in your heart. What it will do though is offer you profound empathy, companionship, and friendship. With radiant generosity, It’s Okay to Laugh is love letter to life and a profound reminder that we are not alone in this world… even when we feel like we are.
* Before Twitter was a thing; before Tumblr was founded.