Lit by Mary Karr is a memoir- the author's third. This one deals mostly with Karr's adult life- her marriage and relationship with her family as well as her quest to become published and other aspects of her professional life. In previous years I had read Karr's other memoirs and enjoyed them. However, despite having read other work about her life, I never really felt as though Karr was repeating herself. Part of that is probably due to the span of time in between when each of her books was read, but Karr's writing is so good, it would be hard not to want to keep reading her work. Unlike many of the memoirs being published today, Karr is a writer. She began her career by writing poetry and the way she strings words together into sentences displays a talent for writing much greater than most of the memoirists out there.
This is the type of book that I continued to note while I was reading it how much I should be appreciating it and the quality writing it contained. And while Karr's writing is wonderful, I didn't just love this book. Karr's battle with alcoholism and her strained relationship with her family was interesting, yet I never felt like I cared about the author very much, despite everything she went through. I know I am most likely in the minority; reviews have praised this book and I have heard a few good things through word of mouth, too. So, if anyone else wants to offer an opinion, I would love to hear it.