Download Free The Chronology of Water Books Full Version

List Based On Books The Chronology of Water

Title	:	The Chronology of Water
Author	:	Lidia Yuknavitch
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Deluxe Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 310 pages
Published	:	April 12th 2011 by Hawthorne Books (first published April 1st 2011)
Categories	:	Autobiography. Memoir. Nonfiction. Biography. Feminism. GLBT. Queer

The Chronology of Water

Lidia Yuknavitch

Paperback | Pages: 310 pages

Rating: 4.24 | 7947 Users | 1176 Reviews

Representaion To Books The Chronology of Water

This is not your mother’s memoir. In The Chronology of Water, Lidia Yuknavitch expertly moves the reader through issues of gender, sexuality, violence, and the family from the point of view of a lifelong swimmer turned artist. In writing that explores the nature of memoir itself, her story traces the effect of extreme grief on a young woman’s developing sexuality that some define as untraditional because of her attraction to both men and women. Her emergence as a writer evolves at the same time and takes the narrator on a journey of addiction, self-destruction, and ultimately survival that finally comes in the shape of love and motherhood.

Declare Books During The Chronology of Water

Original Title:	The Chronology of Water
ISBN:	0979018838 (ISBN13: 9780979018831)
Edition Language:	English
Literary Awards:	Oregon Book Award Nominee for Creative Nonfiction (Finalist) (2012), Goodreads Choice Award Nominee for Memoir & Autobiography (2011)

Rating Based On Books The Chronology of Water

Ratings: 4.24 From 7947 Users | 1176 Reviews

Commentary Based On Books The Chronology of Water

My reason I'm rating this memoir 3.5 stars is because:#1) The title of this book fits the writing style. ('Parts' powerful and beautiful). Lovely water-human-connection-symbolism #2) I especially resonated with metaphors associate with WATER. "There are many ways to drown" "Knee deep in the water of our lives" "In water, like in books, you can leave your life"As for the 'entire' of this memoir --I might have enjoyed it more if I was 19 or 20 years old. Lidia claims to be a 'weird', an edgy,

Bold and brave,Raw and naked.... literally.Talk about letting it all hang out there.This woman is definitely not afraid of oversharing. 😄In this shockingly honest, unfiltered memoir, Lidia Yuknavitch says: Hey, this is me. This was my journey. The good. The bad. Like it. Don't like it. Take it. Leave it. I spoke my truth. If you get something helpful out of it, awesome.If it bothers you, it wasn't for you.

I wanted to like this book, and I tried hard to do so, but I couldn't find anything relatable. I often have that problem with stories about middle/upper class white folks. Her blase attitude about drunkenly hitting a ' 5' tall brown skinned pregnant woman' was one example of the self centeredness that made this story just blur for me. She also seems to be trying so hard to be shocking, but instead of shocked I was un-invested and found her story rather predictable. At one point she goes on about

I'm completely torn about this book. In so many ways I loved it: her writing is magnificent--it's that rare prose that completely captivates and makes its own rules. She creates her own language to describe her life and the result is artistic, beautiful, original. Beyond that, while I found her to be one of the strangest people I've ever had the pleasure of reading about, I could really identify with her love of swimming and her passion for the written word. That is to say, despite all the

This really blew me away. Out of the sad sack of sad shit that was my life, I made a wordhouse, Yuknavitch writes. Her nonlinear memoir ranges from her upbringing with an alcoholic, manic-depressive mother and an abusive father via the stillbirth of her daughter and her years of alcohol and drug use through to the third marriage where she finally got things right and allowed herself to feel love again after so much numbness. Reading this, youre amazed that the author is still alive, let alone

The Chronology of Water is stunning. I read it in three hours, ignoring everything. It is a book that literally cannot be put down. I can't think straight to talk about it the book is so good so just read it already.

My friend Heather mailed me this book. She said she didn't particularly like it, but she also couldn't get it out of her head, so she wanted me to read it so we could talk about it. As with every other memoir of substance abuse/mental illness/familial abuse I've read, this one left me feeling conflicted. What does it mean to despise a memoirist? Am I erasing their story because it doesn't conform to my expectations? By looking down on their stories, am I reinforcing the idea that there's only