I just finished reading Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking this afternoon. I am not sure what to say about it. I can't really say I "enjoyed" it--not in the same way I might enjoy a novel or mystery. I felt sort of voyeuristic reading it. It was very sad, and I felt like I was evesdropping on Didion's grief. It was very compelling reading however. It was part memoir and part meditation. On December 30, 2003 Didion's husband of nearly 40 years died. Just prior to this their daughter was admitted to the hospital and was then in a coma. How does one person deal with two such tragic events, which occurred nearly simultaneously. Since Didion is an author, this book must have been therapeutic for her to write, though it seems like her grieving/mourning process was immensely difficult. Perhaps what was difficult for me reading it is the knowledge that we will all have to go through this in some form or another. No new books for me at the moment. This one will need to seep in a bit for one, and I need to whittle down my nightstand pile to something a little more manageable. I definitely recommend this on, by the way.