I have become so enamored of memoirs that I can barely stand to read fiction anymore. I would even be willing to read a book featuring a dog, horse, or other animal* if somebody slapped the word “memoir” on it. I’ve read books about rich people, poor people, abused people, immigrants, explorers, writers, people who had a loved one die suddenly. You name it-I am not that picky. Basically, if you are a garbage truck driver, a stay-at-home mom, or a first grader, if you write a memoir, I will read it.
* My childhood movie of dread from boredom. I still shiver with apprehension at the mention of Black Beauty and The Black Stallion!