I’ve been on a memoir kick: Azar Nafisi’s Reading Lolita in Tehran, Amos Oz’s A Tale of Love and Darkness, Jeanette Winterson’s Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? and now Richard Blanco’s The Prince of Los Cocuyos. (If it seems like a random collection it’s because I found them all in the memoir section of Big Apple Books on Federal Highway.) As enjoyable as learning about other lives has been discovering different places: Iran, Israel, northern England, southern Miami.
