I didn't mention it at the time because I didn't want to upset anyone who might happen to be mentioned on the acknowledgments page if I didn't get around to it, but my hold on Haven Kimmel's She Got Up Off the Couch came in a couple weeks ago. I wasn't sure if I needed to read A Girl Named Zippy again for a refresher before attempting it, but yesterday, realizing I wouldn't be able to renew due to the waiting list and that it might be months before I saw the book again, I decided to give it a try.
Two pages into the preface—I myself have been known to wince as if stabbed with wide-bore needles when faced with yet another coming-of-age memoir—and I was hooked. I'm a third of the way through and already wishing it were longer. Kimmel's voice sounds like home to me and I just want to wallow in it.
I'll be reading this every chance I get today.
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