Half a Life

I generally don't like memoirs, especially not memoirs of the heart-wrenching tragedy Oprah fodder variety, but I literally couldn't put this book down. It reads not so much as a memoir or journal of events, but a collection of occasionally disconnected thoughts and remembrances. It doesn't take the reader through the chronological events of the tragedy as much as it invites us into the author's mind as he tries, for the first time, to document his history and feelings surrounding the event.

I generally don't like memoirs, especially not memoirs of the heart-wrenching tragedy Oprah fodder variety, but I literally couldn't put this book down. It reads not so much as a memoir or journal of events, but a collection of occasionally disconnected thoughts and remembrances. It doesn't take the reader through the chronological events of the tragedy as much as it invites us into the author's mind as he tries, for the first time, to document his history and feelings surrounding the event.