my take: Anne Lamott and I must be twins separated at birth … her non-fiction works have shown me how vastly different people can be the same. We are!

Hubby, parents, and I went to hear her speak in Grant, Michigan in spring 2010. I gushed and blubbered as she signed my copy of Imperfect Birds. During her talk, hubby leaned over and said, “How can she know these things about you?” I think he was baffled that there could be two of me.

She coached aspiring writers to spend an hour a day writing. Do it! Write! so I thought about that for several months – wouldn’t that be great? Write! About what? I concocted a story in my head about a depressed woman. And added a teenage daughter. And gave them both time to air their opinions about the other. (Never wrote one word down, mind you.)

A couple months later I read Imperfect Birds and about fell over when I got far enough to see that Anne’s written about a depressed woman and her teenage daughter. Huh. We really are kindred spirits. AND she’s written my book! Except she added all sorts of drug use and sex for which, frankly, I don’t have the imagination.

my source: Bought directly from Anne. You can read my signed copy.

my verdict: Yes!