…by page 3, Jennifer Weiner was writing my heart. “We could no more change the kind of work we do – the voice in which we write, the characters that call to us – than we could our own blood type.”

This memoir, Hungry Heart, is just as snarky, sarcastic, meaningful and hilarious as her fiction. I love her quirks and the way she can make the smallest statement raw with emotion. I’m not a fan of her politics, but I can skim over them because I will never agree with everyone.

My favorite part is that she includes her early writing published in college papers or other magazines. As a writer, especially, but also as a fan of hers, I enjoyed seeing the pieces that brought her early success and where her writing has grown from.

Little Earthquakes is still my all time favorite work of hers. But it was as interesting finding out the backstory to how she came up with the characters and struggles of each of my favorite women in the novel. 

Overall, JW’s story is heartbreaking at times, makes the reader laugh aloud at others, but always honest and genuine.