This is why I will never attend a spin class. This, and the inevitable ass-bruises. Ok, so Alice falls off her spin bike and cracks her head and instantly forgets the most recent ten years of her life. Worst, right?
Especially because she wakes up thinking she’s 29 and happily married and pregnant when really she’s 39 and has 3 kids and is on the verge of divorce!
And has somehow become One Of Those Moms with PTA MEETINGS and NAIL APPOINTMENTS and FLAT ABS. The insufferable kind. Oh and also she and her sister Elisabeth sort of hate each other. And her mom has married her soon-to-be-ex-husband’s father and taken up salsa dancing? That’s sort of irrelevant, but exciting.
Anymemoryloss, Alice has forgotten all the things that led her here so she’s all, No! Divorces for no one! Sister-besties! Holycrapchildren, but I will do what I can with this. And it’s heartbreaking in the moments when she realizes all the shit that Past-Alice has set her up for, but also in the moments when she finds a photograph of herself with her kids doing Happy Family Things and those memories aren’t part of her personal collection.
And ok, here is an unexpected side-effect of Reading Books while one is with child: Elisabeth has a majillion miscarriages. They are very horrible, even though they are accessed as memories and not experienced as Current Events, and this would give me A Sad at the best of times, but reading about the ultrasound visits where there is no heartbeat while my own little worm is booting away in there (or, terrifyingly, taking a break from the relentless booting), it was PSYCHOLOGICALLY DIFFICULT FOR ME. Suffice it to say that I will be reading All The Books about child-snatchings in the next four months to get them out of my system, because once I have a snatchable child I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle it.
Personal yikes aside, What Alice Forgot is curious and frustrating (the good kind) and if it ends too sweetly, well, sometimes I like for good things to happen.
Eight and a half caterpillars.