The last time I read a book in one sitting was Jeannette Walls' The Glass Castle. Actually, that's not true. I read her book over a weekend because I was home and have a husband and children and responsibilities that preclude me from ignoring the humans I love for hours on end to to read a book without stopping. This weekend I'm away at a writing retreat and after finishing writing for the day I picked up Janelle Hanchett's book, I'm Just Happy to Be Here: A Memoir of Renegade Mothering, and could not put it down.
Her words are so real, so honest, so complete, that I sometimes didn't know what to do with myself. I was drawn to her story. I related to it, I cringed through it, I laughed, and my heart ached too.
This is a book you should buy. This is a book we should all read. I'm left with the tumultuous emotions of motherhood, addiction, mental illness, belief & unbelief, childhood memories, and rosemary carrots.
Thank you, Janelle, for your words and this book.
Who would like this? Lovers of memoir and creative nonfiction a la Jeannette Walls’ The Glass Castle and Mary Karr’s The Liar’s Club. Reminiscent of David Sedaris and his ability to interweave pain, truth, and humor.