Proof that I read books that aren't about music.

Book #12: The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion

I almost feel bad writing a SURLY about this. This book covers a year that included multiple hospitalizations for Didion's daughter (Quintana Roo died around the time the book was published); during the first hospitalization, her husband passed away while they were getting ready for dinner.

That being said... you gotta know that a writer whose work is as bleak as Didion's is going to write amazingly on one of the most unrelentingly bleak of topics. And she does, in her way.

Incidentally, if you don't like Didion that much, here's a crazy mean essay about her.