Status Updates From The History of Love

Pretty pretentious and trying desperately to be beautiful. Book club read. Struggling to keep the motivation to read this when my TBR list is so long

Every year, the memories I have of my father become mode faint, unclear, and distant. Once they were vivid and true, then they became like photographs, and now they are more like photographs of photographs. But sometimes, at rare moments, a memory of him will return to me with such suddenness and clarity that all the feeling I’ve pushed down for years springs out like a jack-in-the-box.