lit.

believe it or not, lit is mary karr’s THIRD memoir. i’m pretty sure my stable, paltry existence could barely fill 75 vaguely interesting pages but karr is on her third volume of recounting her nutty southern upbringing. lit painstakingly details karr’s battle with alcoholism, fractured marriage, and eventual spiritual discoveries while alluding to past events that deposited her in the depressive, dependent state.

tortured childhoods certainly make for good literature, and lit is richly so. definitely a book i’d recommend.