In What Alice Forgot, by Liane Moriarty, Alice wakes up from a pretty nasty fall at the gym to discover she's lost her memory of the last 10 years. She thinks it's 1998, and that she and her husband are over the moon about her being pregnant with their first child.
In reality, she has 3 children and she's currently in the middle of a rather nasty divorce.
It may sound like a cliched start of a book, but it doesn't feel that way. Alice is witty, even while trying to figure out what in the world is going on. Her relationships are complicated, nothing like she remembers them. She doesn't remember what current Alice thinks and believes is important, in fact, she can hardly believe the person she's apparently become.
Maybe this book won't win any grand awards, but in my opinion, the mark of a good book is one that makes you think, makes you re-examine your life. One that sticks with you long after you've turned the last page.
I spent the majority of the time in between reading this book thinking about what it would be like to lose your memory that way. What if I suddenly thought I was 18 again? What would my 18 year old self think of the life I'm leading right now? How insane would it be to feel 18 but still be expected to take care of two children, all while cooking and cleaning and doing the laundry? I can't imagine how overwhelming it would be.
Most importantly though, what would it be like to told you have two children that you can't remember? How hard would it be to take care of them when you don't remember what does and doesn't work while disciplining them? What your rules are? What their favorite foods are? Nevermind not remembering their births, how it felt to sit at night and rock them to sleep. As a mom of a newborn who enjoys nothing more than to sit and cuddle her as often as possible, how devastating it would be to not remember those sweet moments.
This is a great read, especially if you feel like you need a kick in the butt to start / continue that journal of yours! I can't be the only one.