I really like love love a great memoir — Blackout, Beautiful Country, In Love — and the opposite day I began questioning what mine can be referred to as…
My first thought was Omg It’s Loud in Right here: A Misophonic Life. (Alternate titles: What’s With All of the Yell-Sneezing; Quiet Down Please Boys; Is That Individual Severely Clipping Their Nails on the Flight)
One other thought: Wish to Hear One thing Loopy? 18 Gossipy Tales You Can’t Inform Anybody. (I considered this one once I stumbled upon three separate movies of myself telling Alex to show off his cellphone so I might share one thing juicy.)
And a 3rd: That Was Form of a Lot. As a result of… it was? Or, on a happier word, the sentence my mother says after any gathering, occasion, journey, outing or exercise: Nicely, That Was Enjoyable!
Total, I assume I simply love memoir titles. For instance, these are stunning:
The Year of Magical Thinking
Know My Name
Hunger
Born a Crime
When Breath Becomes Air xoxo
And these make me snicker:
You’ll Grow Out of It
Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?
Please Don’t Sit on My Bed in Your Outside Clothes
So Help Me Gosh
I Feel Bad About My Neck
So! On this winter afternoon, inform me: What can be the title of your memoir? Or for this chapter in your life?
P.S. What parenting is really like, and two beautiful memoirs.
