Hmm, where do memoirs go? Nonfiction? If they're not totally lies, that is! Anyway, this wasn't exactly what I was expecting, but what it was: one Cali woman's story of facing her demons and finding some kind of peace through it all. A few interesting thoughts:
--"I have often selected... men, who, for one reason or another, are unable or un-willing to commit to a long-term, serious romantic relationship. For a while, I blamed these men for their apparent inability to commit to a future, until it occurred to me that all my relationships have one thing in common: me. I pair up with these male versions of myself so that I don't have to acknowledge my own fear of making a serious commitment. Ugh." (p 68)
--"As Sartre says, "Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you." (p 138)
--"But I knew it was much more than that. The problem was not him, it was me. And the solution lay in taking responsibility for myself. Surrender or be dragged. This was my doing, and it would be my undoing unless I could let go and accept the situation for what it was. Which was over or, if I was being truthful with myself, a nonstarter. If succeeding in the art of the fling meant remaining emotionally detached, clearly I had failed. But maybe what seemed like failure was really progress. Or, as Thomas Edison said, "I have not failed. I've just found ten thousand ways that won't work." (p 174)