There are some stories you can read and walk away from; others leave their mark. What Alice Forgot, by Liane Moriarty left a few on me. Her story begins after she takes a nasty spill at the gym and the past ten years of her life are erased from her memory.
It is only fitting that I chose today to share this book as I myself seem to be dealing with an epic wave of forgetfulness. Yesterday I wrapped my bathing suit up in an extra towel at the gym (to help it dry faster) and absent-mindedly tossed that tight little sushi bundle right down their mega-laundry chute on my way out of the locker room. As if that wasn’t enough to make me question my sanity, this morning I woke up to take the dog out for her walk only to find that I had forgotten to close the garage door last night. 🙄 GZ!!
I like to lay in my bed in the morning saying my prayers and thanking God for his many blessings..
Little did I realize that NOT having some freak sneak into my open garage, grab my purse (conveniently located on the kitchen counter) steal my adorable puppy and kill me and my husband should have been high on the list today..ugh.
But as usual, I digress.
It is hard to tell you about this fantastic book without giving too much away, but I can tell you that the concept of dropping into your life ten years from now having no idea what happened in the interim decade was fascinating. The last thing Alice remembered was being pregnant with her first child and wildly in love with her husband. Suffice it to say, things had changed dramatically- and certainly not for the better. The story basically revolves around Alice slowly (and agonizingly) discovering the person she has become and her desperate attempts to realign this reality with the hopes, dreams and priorities she had as a younger woman.
This intriguing tale made me think deeply about my own life.. What would my twenty year old, adventurous self think of my ridiculous fear of flying? What would my newly-wed self think of my relationship with my husband today? What would my 30 year old self think of what’s important to me? What would my 40 year old self think of my body? What would my 50 year old self think of my spiritual/personal growth or lack thereof? Would my younger self want to sit me down and have a stern talk about having gone off course in some areas?
Our church is hosting a Women’s Connection event next week and the keynote speaker is a woman who lost her memory as a result of post delivery complications. Her climb back to “normal” life was absolutely fraught with difficulty and pain. After reading What Alice Forgot, I can only imagine the loneliness of that journey.
If you are in the Charlotte area, I invite you to attend this event. If not, you can still grab a copy of this excellent book; I promise it will give you tons to think about.