Support our Libraries: how my local library helped foster my addiction to memoirs - Emma Newlands
I can’t say I don’t love the thrill of powering through a great novel, wowed by the literary mind that has conjured up whole worlds, unguessable plots, and shrewdly observed, plausible characters from their imagination.
But there is one book genre that will always by the first to metaphorically jump off the shelves into my grasp, and which I can never get enough of – and that is the memoir.
My reading list is a very broad church, from high-profile musicians to “ordinary” people such as paramedics who have put their extraordinary story to paper. But what they all have in common is that they have overcome some kind of adversity, and that is what I find so utterly compelling.
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Hide AdMy interest in the memoir genre was first piqued in my teens when I read Castaway by Lucy Irvine, about her “trouble in paradise” account of spending a year living on a desert island.
