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Jami Attenberg

All Grown Up

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Who is Andrea Bern? When her therapist asks the question, Andrea knows the right things to say: she’s a designer, a friend, a daughter, a sister. But it’s what she leaves unsaid—she’s alone, a drinker, a former artist, a shrieker in bed, captain of the sinking ship that is her flesh—that feels the most true. Everyone around her seems to have an entirely different idea of what it means to be an adult: her best friend, Indigo, is getting married; her brother—who miraculously seems unscathed by their shared tumultuous childhood—and sister-in-law are having a hoped-for baby; and her friend Matthew continues to wholly devote himself to making dark paintings at the cost of being flat broke. But when Andrea’s niece finally arrives, born with a heartbreaking ailment, the Bern family is forced to reexamine what really matters. Will this drive them together or tear them apart?
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  • nataliaescortescompartió su opiniónhace 6 años
    🔮Profundo
    🎯Justo en el blanco

    It's like reading your friend's diary. Raw, real and sincere.

  • b2060880335compartió su opiniónhace 6 años
    👍Me gustó
    🎯Justo en el blanco
    💧Prepárate para llorar

    It's a book you read and feel like you are talking to a real person, getting a new friend. Certainly worth reading.

  • Ellen Shubichcompartió su opiniónhace 7 años

    Funny, introspective, are we ever really at peace with ourselves? A good read to follow with The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P. Makes one ponder how women see ourselves and how men see themselves (interesting that this last book is written by a woman!)

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  • Widyacompartió una citahace 5 años
    There is no sleep of the innocent anymore, I think again as she shuts the door. I fold myself up into a ball and hold myself tightly. My own flesh, my own comfort, mine.
  • Widyacompartió una citahace 5 años
    You go home that night and draw the Empire State Building and you feel hopeful doing this thing you love to do, so hopeful you look up online what tonight’s colors mean—the lights are green and blue—and find out it’s in honor of National Eating Disorders Day and you get depressed all over again even though you’ve never had an eating disorder in your life.
  • Widyacompartió una citahace 5 años
    It’s not that you want a baby, or want to get married, or any of it. It’s not your bag. You just feel tired for some reason. Tired of the world. Tired of trying to fit in where you don’t.

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