A review by pekoparty
Crying in the Bathroom by Erika L. Sánchez

3.0

I think what I wanted from this book was not what I received, although I could not say what I wanted. I guess maybe more identity conversations. I wasn't enthused by the descriptions of other people's sexual experiences or bodily functions--that just doesn't feel like a brave thing at this point in my world to name someone you slept with's inadequacies when some of that is beyond their control. But that's a memoir, I guess. I appreciated the frankness around depression and the normalization of su*c*dal ideation and the positive potential outcomes that come from it. I think I like Erika's sentiments and approach, but it was, even though linear, quick to lose my interest. Erika is an amazing fiction writer and telling her own story is important, so I won't diminish that one bit. It just didn't grab me the way other memoirs have.

I guess I wanted to relate a little bit more and found it hard when she was a world traveler. And that's not her fault by any means.