I’m a book whore. I admit it. I love books. I currently have no less than 10 books sitting and waiting eagerly for their turn on my nightstand. Sadly, they don’t quite realise that the 2-3 books currently on the nightstand have been there for a while and will be for a while longer. Finding the time to read is sometimes a little more difficult. I’m that person who walks into a bookstore and never leaves empty handed, regardless of how many books I already have waiting to be read. My only saving grace is that I share the love and donate books to Oxfam when I’m all done and don’t think I’ll reread them. It’s still hard to part with any book, but my tiny apartment can only handle so many.

That being said, I am now taking my chance to be a book pimp to recommend The Sky Isn’t Visible from Here by Felicia Sullivan - a good friend and brilliant writer. The Sky Isn’t Visible from Here is a memoir that is fierce, open and poignant, without those self-glorifying aspects so many memoirs seem to hold onto.

“Sullivan’s bracing, pared-to-the-bone prose evokes compassion by being impressively free of the narcissistic self-worship that so often infects books of this stripe.”–Kirkus

 

About the book:

Felicia Sullivan’s volatile, beautiful, deceitful, drug-addicted mother disappeared on the night Sullivan graduated from college, and has not been seen or heard from in the ten years since. Sullivan, who grew up on the tough streets of Brooklyn in the 1980s, now looks back on her childhood—lived among drug dealers, users, and substitute fathers. Sullivan became her mother’s keeper, taking her to the hospital when she overdosed, withstanding her narcissistic rages, succumbing to the abuse or indifference of so-called stepfathers, and always wondering why her mother would never reveal the truth about the father she’d never met.

 If you still aren’t quite convinced, then by all means, meet Sophie. She’ll have you wrapped around her little paw in no time.