The Memoir & Me
By: Laiba Khurshid (Hopewell) As a lifelong reader, I never read any sort of nonfiction, much less a memoir, until I was in college. Sure, there had been the occasional reading of one in class, but it was never something that I picked up myself. That changed when back-to-back I read the memoirs Crying in H-Mart by Michelle Zauner and I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy. Due to their pervasive popularity in the book world at the time, I had decided to give them a try. I found myself floored by how raw and well-written they were. There was this idea that I had that most nonfiction books, including biography and memoirs, were just a regurgitation of information with no regard to narrative, prose, or readability. But that couldn’t be further from reality. Memoirs and biographies especially are highly narrative, since they often tell a person’s life-story in the same way you might tell a fiction novel. Reading Crying in H-Mart was a gut-wrenching narrative of sickness and loss, o...