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Spring With the Ladies

 I never had strong feelings one way or another about Gina Gershon until I watched "Showgirls" (which I loved, btw) and now I tend to find her fascinating.


This book is one of those memoirs for a particular time and difficulty in one's life, specifically a span of several weeks in which Gina's cat goes missing, that also explains a lot about her life and personality in general.  It's funny, enlightening, ridiculous and witty.....am I talking about the book or Gina herself?  Who cares?  It's def worth your time and definitely worth the audio read of Gina's voluptuous voice and nutty impersonations.  

I've also never had very strong feelings toward Carly Simon, except for the fact that she was married to James Taylor of course. But in my vague preschool sense of the 1970's, I believe I definitely see and hear her in my mind's eye....always wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat and even wider smile.  


But this is one of those memoirs that absolutely transports you to another time and place.  Again partly due to Carly's rich voice and the twinkly musical accompaniment that sometimes quietly plays behind her.  Carly also has a way of telling her story that feels so relatable, so thoughtful that you could apply it to almost every person and find some healing in it no matter how far away the environment may be. 

I've found that nearly every memoir I've read has at the very least given me some kernel of knowledge and understanding to my own personal foibles, family drama, relationship troubles and internal psychosis.  Maybe, just maybe, if I keep reading I will someday find the enlightenment of the Dalai Lama.  Or maybe at least Dolly Parton!


If you're like me and too poor to travel and scared shitless of therapy, books (especially memoirs) might be your best option to good living.  That and liquor.

Kidding.  Maybe.  

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