We had a lovely book club last night.  Our book was “Pieces of My Mother” by Melissa Cistaro.

The author’s memoir is heartbreakingly sad.  She elevated the harshness of the story with elegant prose, but it never leaves the reader uplifted or inspired.

I’m glad I read the book, sadness and all, and I think book clubs can use this book to open up dialogue about our own dysfunctional moments.  See my review to the right.