I didn’t read the book for the December meeting of the Memoir Workshop I teach at StoryStudio Chicago.

If the instructor doesn’t read the assigned book, that’s pretty bad, right? Of course I felt guilty; I’m usually conscientious about reading the books for my workshops and the books I review or whose authors I interview (this apparently isn’t a given). But I also felt oddly proud.

{Read the rest of my essay in the Washington Independent Review of Books.} And let me know if you’ve ever abandoned a book you were supposed to read and how you felt about that.