Yes, it's time for more Honorable Mentions. These books are all on my short list, so I am jealous that I haven't gotten to read them yet!
Stacy Miller says that The Paris Wife is not to be missed. And seriously, who could pass on anything Earnest Hemingway, especially a "tell-all" from his wife's voice? Here is a popular quote that will spark your interest even further:
“He was such an enigma, really - fierce and strong and weak and cruel. An incomparable friend and a son of a bitch. In the end, there wasn't one thing about him that was truer than the rest. It was all true.”
Stephanie Harris loved Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk which was just recently published, and was incidentally written by a Dallas (former) lawyer who is married to a still practicing Dallas lawyer. It's about a subject that has been on my mind lately - is surely on all of our minds. Here is a back cover excerpt, dropping in on the soldier when he is appearing as a halftime guest of honor during a Dallas Cowboy game:
Over the course of this day, Billy will begin to understand difficult truths about himself, his country, his struggling family, and his brothers-in-arms--soldiers both dead and alive. In the final few hours before returning to Iraq, Billy will drink and brawl, yearn for home and mourn those missing, face a heart-wrenching decision, and discover pure love and a bitter wisdom far beyond his years.
Poignant, riotously funny, and exquisitely heartbreaking, "Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk" is a devastating portrait of our time, a searing and powerful novel that cements Ben Fountain's reputation as one of the finest writers of his generation.
And finally, the gift I couldn't wait to give my sister, Kristi Young, in honor of her college graduation. A book about loss and survival, and the proverbial American traveling down the wild road, in a whole new feminine way.
“I made it the mantra of those days; when I paused before yet another series of switchbacks or skidded down knee-jarring slopes, when patches of flesh peeled off my feet along with my socks, when I lay alone and lonely in my tent at night I asked, often out loud: Who is tougher than me?
The answer was always the same, and even when I knew absolutely there was no way on this earth that it was true, I said it anyway: No one.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
Enjoy reading Kristi, now that you have time! I'm so proud of you, wild thing.
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