On Halloween night, 1999, Liz Hughey, 26—single mom, in-your-face natural comedian, shoplifter, and former club dancer, sorority pledge-class president, and honor student—stepped into the path of an eighteen wheeler near Florida’s Interstate 10. Love/Liz reprises her life and the struggle of friends and family to make sense of a world without Liz in it. Unsentimental, earthy, loving, and occasionally profane, much like Liz herself, this mother’s memoir ushers the reader to a sometimes uncomfortable front-row seat at the death and life of Liz Hughey.
Bobbe's book is fine and important. It is literature of the first order. It is memoir that carries us through the most difficult terrain there is: grief of a mother over the death of her child. More and more I crave literature by and about women of my own generation. I read this book like it was a long-lost vitamin I have needed but never gotten. There is honesty in this book about relationships of all kinds, divorce, recovery, good parenting, bad parenting, custody, money, class issues, spirituality, depths of spirit, and transcendent joy. Bobbe chose this kind of stark and beautiful honesty to honor Liz's life. Liz shines through the text so strongly that we can even feel her spirit lift off the pages. This book is self-published, so I don't know exactly how it will find its way to those of us who need it, but any friends of mine can get it from me.