
Finished my non-fiction book sometime last month (late last month). It was Jim Beaver's memoir,
Life's That Way. For those of you who are unaware of why that author's name sounds familiar, that would be because he's known was Bobby Singer on SPN. But that's not why I read this memoir. Paraphrasing from the five-star review I left it on Goodreads, it was loaned to me a couple of years ago by
twisted_slinky after my mother passed away. She thought that it would do me some good to read it. I'm glad I waited some time to read, because parts of the book were still terribly difficult--emotionally--to get through, but the book was wonderfully theraputic. Nobody grieves the same, but Mr. Beaver and I had very similiar thoughts go through our minds about our respective losses, and it was nice to know that it was.... I don't know, human?... to have those thoughts pass. I highly recommend this book if you've experienced a loss, truly. Especially where guilt is concerned... because I think there's always some sort of guilt with a loss--sometimes big, sometimes small--but this book does a great job of fleshing out Beaver's emotions.