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A review by lfulla
An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCracken
5.0
"After most deaths, I imagine, the awfulness lies in how everything's changed: you no longer recognize the form of your days. There's a hole. It's person shaped and follows you everywhere, to bed, to the dinner table, in the car.
For us what was killing was how nothing had changed. We'd been waiting to be transformed, and now here we were, back in our old life."
I don't know that I would recommend this book to any friends, but for me it was touching. McCracken puts into words many of the same feelings I have. Our stories are different, but there are some things that are universal. And it helps to hear those things.
"Twice now I have heard the story of someone who knows someone who's had a stillborn child since Pudding has died, and it's all I can do not to book a flight immediately, to show up somewhere I'm not wanted, just so that I can say It happened to me, too, because it meant so much to me to hear it. It happened to me, too, means: It's not your fault. And You are not a freak of nature. And This does not have to be a secret."
For us what was killing was how nothing had changed. We'd been waiting to be transformed, and now here we were, back in our old life."
I don't know that I would recommend this book to any friends, but for me it was touching. McCracken puts into words many of the same feelings I have. Our stories are different, but there are some things that are universal. And it helps to hear those things.
"Twice now I have heard the story of someone who knows someone who's had a stillborn child since Pudding has died, and it's all I can do not to book a flight immediately, to show up somewhere I'm not wanted, just so that I can say It happened to me, too, because it meant so much to me to hear it. It happened to me, too, means: It's not your fault. And You are not a freak of nature. And This does not have to be a secret."