I am quickly reading Joan Didion's book about the death of her husband and daughter. Holy cow. It's so great for so many reasons. She analyzes everything about the process of grief, the wonder of love, motherhood. All of it. Creativity. Being right. Letting go. I can't believe I have never read anything by her, but then there are so many books I have not read yet. I could go on but I won't. I am going to brush my teeth and lay in my bed and read and cry a little, because I am lucky enough to have things to cry about.
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