I fell in love with her in college when I first read Traveling Mercies, and even today, I think if I picked up that book, I’d still laugh. But I’m not sure I would find it as inspiring now, as I thought I did then. I started to lose interest with the second of this inspirational series, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith. When the final book came out (Grace Eventually) I didn’t even finish it. I’m not sure what it was. She annoyed me.
I also remember laughing through Operating Instructions, and thought at the time how I would love to be Sam’s high school teacher, just so I could have a non-stalkeresque reason to meet the woman. Now that I’m a mother, I wonder what my current reaction would be. Strangely, of all the books I’ve ever read, Anne Lamott is my most read author. I even tried some of her fiction. (It also failed me.)
John and I were discussing this weekend, the way certain books hit you at just the right time in life, and they have an effect which is deeply personal but directly connected to circumstances. There are other books that we feel certain we would love no matter when we read them (or how often). Anne Lamott is obviously the former.
I should probably stop recommending her as a favorite to people.