I got it. Yes, the Western Sullivan system came through this week with two of the three books I wanted, the first Winterson's memoir, the second Silas House's novel, Eli the Good.
I started Why be happy immediately, and I savoured every word, all of which fly off the pages with a contagious energy.
I haven't read Winterson since the 90s, but after I heard the interview she gave on Bookworm I knew I had to read this memoir.
I had a difficult time returning it to the library and seriously think I will buy my own copy. So many passages were brilliantly resonating that I wanted to highlight, underline and dog-ear pages. Of course I didn't. Of course I couldn't.
Jeanette Winterson didn't have a picture perfect youth, and from the memoir I gather she's had struggles just like the rest of us as an adult, but she is able to take her struggles and wrap them into sensitive sentences sprinkled with evocative thoughts. She writes straight up, no pretensions, no allusions or illusions about her life, her background in Northern England, just outside Manchester and what it's like to be adopted and possibly unloved and unwanted.
She also has the gift of memorized or recalled poetry and the garnish of her reading material only adds to the overall whole of a writer writing about her life.
A masterful memoir, and worthy of many stars and fulsome accolades.
Posted by Zoe, ontheroad at 9:50 PM