Yes, I Pretty Much Only Read Memoirs

Today I spent the morning at the Honda dealership in West Chester getting my regular oil change, so I cracked open the last couple chapters of this really good book that I've been reading called "The Middle Place" by Kelly Corrigan. I started tearing up during the epilogue right before the service guy came into the waiting area to tell me my car was ready. I pretended my allergies are bad. The author's journey during her struggle with cancer and stories of her Dad reminds me so much of my friend Megan (in a good way). I want to send it to her but I don't want it to make her sad.