Listening to Anne Lamott read Small Victories was like hearing a recording of my own snarkiest thoughts, edited for clarity, honesty and beauty. Don’t get me wrong: I marvel at her extended metaphors and am not a genius. Instead, I claim identification with Lamott’s deep humanity, which is on full display here.
The chapters on grieving her parents- especially her father, whose writing about her in his during his dying months was as caustic as his presence in her childhood- hold deep truth. This book is full of grieving and forgiveness, even as she still struggles with George W. Bush.
Lamott moves seamlessly from humor to reflection to grace for others. When that flame is flickering strong enough, it lights the match of grace for herself- and by extension, for you.