During the book discussion, I was all quiet and kind of pulled into myself. We were, I swear to God, wrapping up the "conversation," and the discussion leader, or maybe one of my closer friends said, tentatively, "Lisa, did you have any perspective you wanted to share?"
Who? Me? I got shaky, and then a little woozy and then very sobby and..I am pretty sure I shared a lot, and every one was crying and I don't remember what was said. I was, as they say in the news business, a little "too close to the story."
And yes it is fiction, but incredibly realistic fucking fiction, and the theory I had about an active and stretched mind being less susceptible to Alzheimer's?(I'm very different than my mom in that way) That was blown to Hell because the main character was a professor at Harvard.
I understand there is a convent somewhere in which all the nuns did crossword puzzles and sudoku and lived, without dementia, until age 100. But I'm not a nun, and I'm hoping Words with Friends will qualify.
Here's a powerful excerpt I think about a lot. And I watched it happen with my mom. She forgot how to talk on the phone one day.
I think it captures this particular brand of horror (the first stages of Alzheimer's..when it begins to thieve the humanness) beautifully, and it makes my chest hurt.
You can order it here: Or better yet, at a local bookstore.http://www.amazon.com/Still-Alice-Lisa-Genova/dp/1439102813