Posts Tagged ‘Elizabeth Berg’

What is your sentence?

September 2, 2010

I just finished Elizabeth Berg’s “The Day I Ate Whatever I Wanted,” and there’s one more thought I want to share.

In the final story, one of the characters says, “What if I had only one sentence that I could say to my children? One sentence that tried to let them know everything I wanted to tell them. Something more than ‘I love you.'”

What would my sentence be? What would you say?


The Day I Ate Whatever I Wanted (Plum Picks)

August 29, 2010

When Jill originally suggested writing about the books that I read, this isn’t really what I had in mind, but I picked up this one off the clearance table at the Le Moyne College Bookstore yesterday, and I have to share it.

“The Day I Ate Whatever I Wanted: And Other Small Acts of Liberation” by Elizabeth Berg (Random House, 2008)

Elizabeth Berg’s “Talk Before Sleep” is one of my favorite books, telling the story of a group of women who gather around to support one of their own as she battles and eventually succumbs to breast cancer. It really captures how wonderful it is to have the kind of friends that I have. I love it.

But this book is not really like that. “The Day I Ate Whatever I Wanted” is a series of short stories, many dealing with struggles with weight, another topic that hits close to home for me. The stories are both hilarious and horrifyingly real. I am reading and laughing and crying….it’s a great book so far.

Here is a sample:
“My exercise plan by Melody Peterson: Every day take a walk unless you are too tired or it’s cold outside. Do not pass grocery stores. Or bakeries. Basically, walk in the woods and worry that someone will kill you for recreational sport before you even come close to your target weight. You might try, “Oh, Mr. Murderer, please don’t kill me, I only have fifteen pounds to go.” It might work. Because he has his own troubles, obviously, and he might relate.”

That just makes me chuckle!

Now, I am off to walk in the battlefield, hoping to avoid the occasional psycho-killer tourist, as well as the distracted re-enactors and harried soccer parents who are driving like crazy people all over our little town this weekend.