12. Double Time by Jane Roper

Blah, blah, another lady and her babies memoir. I started reading Jane Roper's blog Baby Squared in May 2007, the month she started writing, and the month my baby girl was born. I kept reading because one of her twins, Clio, seems to have a similar personality to my daughter. Perfectionist, somewhat anxious, precocious in some aspects and immature in others, extremely emotional and prone to breakdowns if things don't go her way. But improving! Jane and her family at the time lived around the corner from us in Cambridge, MA. We have since moved. Far away. It's been good to have a buddy along the baby-raising way, even if her focus areas (twins, depression) just kind of don't apply to me, and even if she's my 'buddy' only in my head.

I feel like I had read nearly all of this book via Jane's blog over the years, but it was still enjoyable to have it all connected. And I again, I just thirst for the details of other women's lives. The minutiae, the hours and minutes, and most of all, the parts where they lose their shit at their kids, so I feel like I'm not alone.

11. An Exact Replica of A Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCracken

This book. Oh god, this book. I was on the verge of tears the entire time I was reading. My whole face felt like the the watery text on the cover.

Her baby dies. She writes about it. Perfectly.

I came to this book via wonderful blogger, Nicole Cliffe at The Hairpin. She often writes a listilce-y thing Really Good Books About...  So great. I have a full Kindle.