Although I've read most of Jonathan Franzen's new book already, since lots of it previously appeared in the New Yorker, I'm excited to check out The Discomfort Zone: A Personal History because goodness knows, it's hard to find any memoirs out there. Franzen's ability to make readers squirm makes him a great candidate to chronicle his self-loathing adolescence.
And speaking of memoirs, I'm re-reading Judith Moore's haunting Fat Girl. As you can imagine, it's even more poignant since her death a few months ago.
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