I don’t usually go out of my way to promote memoirs, but this one is, I think, exceptional: Happens Every Day, by Isabel Gillies. It is a stunner. I defy you — whether you are male or female — to pick up this book and not finish it in one or two sittings. And then you will want to pass it on to six of your friends. If you are in a book group, you will want to pick it, because you will want to talk about it, and because everyone in the group will thank you for picking it. This book is, in an odd way, a work of literature. I was floored by it. Three weeks after finishing it, I am still shaking my head over how good it is. It is tough to imagine anyone doing this kind of book better than it has been done here by Isabel Gillies, who confesses early in the book that she is not a writer. (If she had extensive help from editors, it does not show.) Go on, read the reviews. There are many, many good ones. Don’t miss this book. Read it RIGHT NOW.
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