Quirky, charming and interactive book. I wanted a bit more, but still fun to read. Felt like talking to an old girlfriend.
Amy Krouse Rosenthal was an even bigger (& smaller) & even more beautiful soul than I knew. Her memoir confirms this. Reading it reminded me of something Sylvia Plath wrote in her journal: “Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.” What must it have been like to live in her world, day after day, & not only for 32 (or 317) pages?🌈