We were watching Midnight In Paris and all I could think was, "I want to go to there." So we are, and I couldn't be more excited! Paris is my home, even if I butcher the language and hate the smell of camembert. The happiest I have ever been and will ever be, is walking the streets of Paris, breathing in second-hand smoke and saving my euros to eventually buy a Chanel bag. It's pure bliss.
I'm also counting the trip as a little congratulations to myself for releasing my book. Yep, the book is here. Really, it is!!
There are three options to purchase: a hardcover, a softcover and an ebook.
It's a little different than my mom's book. This is a collection of thirteen essays with lots of photos, some flattering, some not. It's all in here. Learning about my mom's diagnosis, Paris, Paris, Paris, the robbery, surgeries, goodbyes, therapy, my asshole dog Leo and enough Real Housewives references to count as another season.
This was hard to write. I wanted to be honest. The years this book covers, from 2007 to 2017, were not my best years as a human. I was in the middle of learning who I was and what I wanted from life, I made some mistakes. I wasn't always the best daughter. I didn't always have the best hair. But, writing this book and looking back at moments with my mom somehow made me remember moments that I thought were lost in my mind forever. It was like there was a little Tivo in my head that I couldn't record fast enough. All of a sudden entire days with my mom were being recalled. For the past year, all I thought about was this book. Thinking of stories that would interest people other than myself, things my mom said, titles for chapters, it was all-consuming. I would be driving and have to pull over to write the beginning of a chapter in the notes app on my phone. I didn't want to forget anything.
And now, all those notes have turned into a book. A 240 page book. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Actually, I hope you enjoy reading it more than I did writing it because sometimes I was so miserable trying to spell words like unfortunately and the difference between effect and affect that I considered going back to college.
I want to also thank every one of you for all your continued support. This is for you. Please enjoy.
Disclaimer: I'm giving you an inner working into my thoughts and not all those thoughts can be nice.