A review by rienthril
Directions to Myself: A Memoir of Four Years by Heidi Julavits

emotional funny hopeful reflective sad medium-paced

5.0

Trying to help raise my own 12 year old boy in these darkening times and this beautiful book comes to me. Julavits, drawing on her own childhood by the ocean, in the water, learning practical survival and trying to impart the same to her own children, especially as her son’s childhood begins coming to a close, she touches on so many familiar to me feelings. The intensity, the fulfillment, the insanity, the edification of raising a young child, until slowly they are no longer a child and you are not needed, at least not in any way that claims your identity, your whole being. She mentions somewhere along the way noticing grief for her own childhood and her kids, both over. And that is what I feel. A chapter done, and bittersweet in its ending, until whatever comes next. Me and my son, a young man.