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A review by ahngelras
Cherry by Mary Karr
5.0
I love Mary Karr's writing and East Texas so much I didn't even notice the second person narration, which dissuaded me from starting this book for a long time.
I'm very very glad that I read this for the first time as a 23 year-old with a more mature relationship to drugs than I would have had if I was reading this as a teen, when I definitely would have approached the drug content much more apprehensively and moralistically. Reading it now, I identified with her hindsight and my own, ongoing, coming of age.
I love her ending thought on your Same Self. I feel it.
I never want to read anything not set in East Texas again. I didn't grow up in a place like Leechfield, but the images she paints of the area and the people (just as she did in The Liar's Club) are so viscerally familiar. The refineries, High Island, Beaumont, families named Guidry or Fontenot. I just googled "High Island pier" because of all the times I've been to High Island I never remembered a pier, and it turns out Meacom's Pier, which was historically a gathering spot for surfers (just as she said!) was destroyed in Hurricane Ike. My memories of the Bolivar prior to Ike have gotten so faint and it makes me want to cry.
Anyway, I love these books.
I'm very very glad that I read this for the first time as a 23 year-old with a more mature relationship to drugs than I would have had if I was reading this as a teen, when I definitely would have approached the drug content much more apprehensively and moralistically. Reading it now, I identified with her hindsight and my own, ongoing, coming of age.
I love her ending thought on your Same Self. I feel it.
I never want to read anything not set in East Texas again. I didn't grow up in a place like Leechfield, but the images she paints of the area and the people (just as she did in The Liar's Club) are so viscerally familiar. The refineries, High Island, Beaumont, families named Guidry or Fontenot. I just googled "High Island pier" because of all the times I've been to High Island I never remembered a pier, and it turns out Meacom's Pier, which was historically a gathering spot for surfers (just as she said!) was destroyed in Hurricane Ike. My memories of the Bolivar prior to Ike have gotten so faint and it makes me want to cry.
Anyway, I love these books.