In water, like in books – you can leave your life.

I don’t exactly know what I just read but Lidia Yuknavitch’s memoir, The Chronology of Water, has left a deep impression.

Her story is told sometimes in lush, rolling sentences; sometimes in angry snatches; and sometimes in an anguished monologue. She explores themes of being a daughter, abuse, addiction, self-destruction, failed relationships, mothering, and grief.

I hated my father most of all, a hate that never left but just changed forms. My life had been ruined by men. Continue reading →