I have noticed a trend of writers and critics who disparage memoirs. I don't understand this attitude because for me, a first-person glimpse into the psyche of another is fascinating. I was particularly interested in Frank Bruni's memoir because I most certainly understand his way of thinking -- ...
So you’re just going to have to go with me on this: I was a baby bulimic. I Maybe not baby—toddler bulimic is more like it, though I didn’t so much toddle as wobble, given the roundness of my expanding form. I had been a plump infant and was on my way to becoming an even plumper child, a ravenous...