Waiting for My Cats to Die: A Memoir

What an odd, sweet book - kind of like reading someone's journal without the guilt. It's funny because if my friend Lynn hadn't liked it so much (enough to send me a copy) I probably wouldn't have made it through the first few pages. Stacy Horn hits a bunch of my biases right out of the starting gate -- people who talk about how lame they are as almost a point of pride, defining yourself as "liking to watch TV" -- things that speak entirely to my own high level of crankiness with humanity. But she won me over in spite of that -- and in fact she turns out not to be lame at all. The meditations on her fear of death totally spoke to me -- and of course the cat love. It ended up being 180 degrees away from the book it presented as at first, show more and I came away touched by the honesty. show less

Eloquent, heartfelt, and I'm not even a cat lover. While Stacy Horn's two feline companions are important to this collection of essays, she ruminates on many topics: life, death, relationships, loneliness and why she loves graveyards (an obsession we share). I loved this book & can't recommend it enough.