I recently finished “The Language of Flowers” by Vanessa Diffenbaugh. The novel was recommended to me by a friend, who is a avid reader, and is about a girl who has been in and out of the foster care system and uses flowers to express and explain the humanity of other people she has met in her life. Although I wasn’t able to quite sink myself into the character, it is a wonderful novel taking different kinds of flowers into a poetic symphony of life. I also reminisced about walking on the streets and through the neighborhoods of the unique city that is San Francisco. Here are my recommendations for memoir, which I have recalled because Vanessa’s work with her foundation The Camellia Network is based on her being a foster parent and providing care for youth aging out of foster care. For more information on The Camellia Network, please visit https://camellianetwork.org/.
Scar Tissue by Anthony Kiedis: This memoir is a visceral and hauntingly beautiful look at the life of this energetic and renowned frontman. Once again a book recommendation, I was on pins and needles squinting and wincing at the imagery that made me feel like I was right there with Kiedis as he talked about sex and drugs. How this man is still alive is a triumph. A must read.
Heaven’s Coast: Grief does not just come with losing the love of your life. The language in this incredible memoir relates to all people who have dealt with loss of any kind. The pearly gates open and you enter into the last years of Mark Doty recalling life with his partner, Wally who was diagnosed with and died from AIDS. The afterword is also worth the read and includes my favorite quote, which Doty wrote, “All my life I’ve lived with a future which constantly diminishes but never vanishes.” The appreciation you will have for the memoir will never vanish.
I Feel Bad About My Neck: Nora Ephron has a relatable collection of essays, valuable for its place in time in an ever-changing world. A very quick read but you hold onto each word particularly about the purchase of makeup. The only reason why you will feel bad about your neck is because there was so much movement from laughing so hard.