Sorry to miss the Bookmark Christmas dinner. While I found most of the memoir: Driving with Dead People by Monica Holloway interesting, perhaps the best line is the title and the images it immediately engenders.
The story starts when the author is nine years old, growing up in a very dysfunctional family and finds a friend whose father owns a mortuary. Holloway's interest in all aspects of the mortuary provides some lighter moments as she escapes from her abusive home life. Some of Holloway's family life was almost unbelievable; for example, her father's hobby was videotaping home movies of local disasters of any kind and making his children watch them.
Holloway's observational writing is very open about her parents, her siblings, and herself, making this a very good read even though the subject matter was sometimes painful to digest. If I could have changed any of the book, I would have liked more focus on Holloway's experiences at the mortuary as the title suggests.
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