I know what you’re thinking: “Two reviews in two days, this chick is on a role!” Actually, not so. I started The Middle Place before Pope Joan arrived in my mail box and was already about half way through it before I was side tracked by the Catholic church. 😉
First, this is something I NEVER do – read two books at once. And I’m not sure that this even counts, because I didn’t go back and forth between them. I read half. Put it down. Read the other completely. Finished the first. Whatever, I never do this.
And for the record, I didn’t put The Middle Place away because I wasn’t engaged. It was just I was so darn excited about Pope Joan – I’ve been waiting to read that one for years, literally.
On to The Middle Place
. This is a non-fiction memoir-of-sorts by Kelly Corrigan
. She’s a thirty-something mother of two, daughter of two. And, oh yeah, she has cancer. So does her dad. The middle place refers to that in-between state of being a parent and needing a parent.
She’s funny and honest – often at the same time. Corrigan talks about her husband, her parents, her children and her brothers, and I found myself relating so much to her, so often thinking, “Thank goodness. I thought I was the only person who thought like that” – that I forgot the book was about cancer. Can’t relate to that. Knock on wood.
But then I realize, The Middle Place isn’t about cancer. It is about life. Kelly Corrigan’s just happens to have cancer in it. I don’t have children, but I can imagine that when I do, regardless of whether or not I go through something as terrifying as cancer, there will be a moment or moments, where I am in the middle place of needing, wanting, to be both parent and child – at the same time, separately.
In fact, even just as an adult it happens. I want to be both grown and not. Independent and taken care of. Responsible and irresponsible.
And that is why The Middle Place is a good read. It reaffirms that whatever your battle, you are not alone.