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Even though I’m usually a fan of memoirs and memoir-like books (think Wally Lamb, Jennifer Lauck) I didn’t enjoy Running With Scissors, so maybe I should have been prepared to not enjoy Dry.

If someone takes the time to recommend a book, chances are I’ll read it. Take ‘The Glass Castle’ for instance. I love memoirs, but didn’t know a thing about this one until Two Pretzels praised it here.

I loved this book for several reasons: it wasn’t about abuse or even alcoholism really, the tone and my insane desire to meet the author’s parents.

How the author kept such a matter-of-fact attitude about her ‘crazy’ parents and lifestyle is amazing to me. And it pains me to admit this, but I think her dad and my dad are brothers.