Finished Becoming by Lindsey Kay. In the interest of full disclosure, Lindsey is a friend and one of my favorite people. So you should take that for what it’s worth when you read this review…but at the same time, one of the reasons I love her so much is because her writing is incredible. Her words are weapons and bridges, and that’s valuable.
This is broken into three sections: Nonfiction, fiction and poetry. For probably the only time in my life, I prefer the nonfiction section as a whole. In those three selections, you get a pretty good glimpse into Lindsey’s life. And you know how, when you talk about yourself, you subtly edit what you’re saying so that you come across as particularly sweet or noble or funny or possibly insightful? Lindsey is unapologetically herself. You get a very good idea of her strength, but you also can see when she isn’t feeling particularly strong and when she’s actually feeling kind of petulant or afraid. I admire that more than I can ever adequately express, because that is a hard thing to do, and I’m sure it’s also scary. Baring your soul and inviting judgment is terrifying, and Lindsey does it with an incredible amount of grace.
The funny thing is, though, my absolute favorite piece is the last story in the fiction section, “Beneath the Gaze.” In that story, a girl—her age isn’t mentioned, but I’m guessing she’s probably late teens, early twenties—is at her mom’s funeral Mass. I’m guessing she’s old enough to fight with her mom but still too young to see her as a person instead of an authority figure. Parents’ funerals are this weird, surreal thing, especially when you’re really young, and Lindsey absolutely nails that. (Which is funny, as both her parents are still alive.)
Highly, highly recommended.