1. What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty. I LOVED this book. She story follows a woman who, at thirty-nine years old, is the mother of three children and going through a nasty, bitter divorce. She has an accident and wakes up believing that she is twenty-nine, newly (and happily) married, and pregnant with her first child. As she goes through the process of reconstructing her life and her memories, she is forced to figure out where everything unraveled and how she ended up where she did. Liane Moriarity is quickly becoming one of my favorite fiction writers. I’ve read a lot of her stuff recently, including Big Little Lies (which I also loved) and The Husband’s Secret. Her stories are great, but Moriarty’s real gift as a writer is character development. Within a few chapters, I genuinely feel like I know her characters–they seem like old friends. I’ll pretty much read anything this woman writes.
2. One Plus One by Jojo Moyes. Eh–this book was okay. Like a lot of people, I picked up this book because I read and adored her recent novel, Me Before You. After reading that, this one was a little disappointing to me. It was slow, and I never felt a real connection with the characters. I also found the ending to be a little bland and predictable. I’ll definitely read more from Moyes, but I just didn’t love this one.
3. She Matters: A Life in Friendships by Susanna Sonnenberg. Disclaimer: I’m still reading this one. She Matters is a memoir about the significant female relationships in Sonnenberg’s life–the ones that sustained her, the ones that caused her pain, and the ones that ultimately defined her. I am passionate about the deep ache in our souls for community and investing in relationships that heal and shape us. Sonnenberg’s memoir speaks to the uniqueness of female friendships and the beauty of what women share. This memoir is hilarious, honest, and heartfelt–the best kind of writing.