So, I've been off BL for a long, long time. A lot has happened, I got pregnant and had a daughter. My mom got sick and passed away. I had to clear out and sell my childhood home and all the contents while trying to balance all of that and my full time job. It's been...something.
For a while, not long after my mom died (3 days before Christmas 2016 when my daughter was only 5 months old) I started searching out and reading books that dealt with death and grief. I read a lot of Joan Didion The Year of Magical Thinking, Blue Nights. I read When Breath Becomes Air and About Alice and A Widow's Story. I started Missing Mom and couldn't go any further because it was too hard and How We Die.
The Bright Hour is one of the most beautiful books I've read, ever. I can't possibly describe it except to use it's full title--The Bright Hour: a memoir of living and dying. It is so full of life, all the messiness and happiness and tragedy and humor and it faces death and mortality head on, unflinching.
I recently reread it, now a year and a half since my mother passed, it still has such power and peace. I can't recommend it enough.
WOW. I live in the Bay Area, and I had never heard this story. The book was recommended to me by a classmate and I started reading it today a little skeptically. It ended up being so good though.
The book tackles some really big topics (including gender identity, hate crimes, racial bias in the judicial system), and it easily could have become a huge mess. But Slater handles the story well. Occasionally bits are overwritten, but the book never becomes salacious or feels exploitative.
A political and financial thriller, a page turner....and it's non-fiction. Eichenwald shows, rather than tells, the rise of a little known or respected oil and gas pipeline company named Enron into the behemoth that was destroyed by incompentence, greed, mismanagement, and utter willful ignorance. This is a long book, but I didn't notice as I flew through chapter after chapter (675 pages of text, the rest is source notes and index).
And yet there were people inside both Enron and Arthur Andersen who saw what was going on, turned on the lights and sirens, and got crapped on repeatedly. Those folks are doing okay (some doing better than okay) and are vindicated at the end. Surprisingly, 9/11 and the economic fall out from it only played a small part in kicking off the panic that led to the bankruptcy - so Enron and Arthur Andersen were doomed by their own employees to go down in flames.
Such a great read. Highly recommend.
This book should have been interesting, but the material is mishandled, and it ends up being a story about essentially nothing (what was the point of this book?).
I did not understand the interweaving timelines. It just made it difficult to understand what was happening.
Skip this one and read My Friend Dahmer instead if you're looking for graphic novels about serial killers.