After I lost Alberto, I received a shit-ton of grief books from friends and family. It was months before I could read anything longer than a tweet, but when I began these books, I was disappointed. I couldn’t relate to the much older authors or to their writing (too sterile or schlocky).
In the years since writing the book I couldn’t find anywhere, I’ve found a handful of impactful loss memoirs and guides (for widows, for suicide or cancer survivors, for men, for young bereaved mothers). These books earned spots on my “Grief Books That Don’t Suck” List, which has become my latest column for Modern Loss (and quite possibly, the cheeriest “2016 Beach Reads” list ever).
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Published on May 31, 2016 11:06