It's time for Wednesday's topic in the Good Books Week NAIWE Blog Tour.
Wednesday: I’d write my autobiography, but I don’t need to, because my story has already been told in… [what classic book?]
I am going to have to cheat here and admit that since I can't think of a book that would qualitfy as my autobiography, I will go with a novel that would be more a biography of my family, extended relatives and those I knew growing up--Peyton Place by Grace Metalious.
Like Metalious, our family is of French Canadian ancestry. I grew up in small city in New England that knew its share of scandals--though I doubt any of them were as sensational as those found within Metalious's famous novel, which made her filthy rich but also ruined her.
My sisters and I attended the same Catholic church and parochial schools that my parents belonged to as children. And while as the youngest of three girls much was hidden from me, I was smart enough to piece together certain things about our family life that were less than normal. Propriety and shame do not allow me to explain this much further, but when I do share stories of my early life with others, the novel Peyton Place comes up often as a comparison.
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