![]() Stepfather Mike “broke plates and put his fist through hollow doors and thought I was the second coming of Christ,” she writes. She followed him there, her two young daughters in tow, and married him. Patchett’s mother, a nurse, fell in love with a surgeon who moved to Nashville. ![]() Without ever meaning to, my father taught me at a very early age to give up on the idea of approval.” “Having someone who believed in my failure more than my success kept me alert,” Patchett writes. Because, just like him, she would surely end up divorced with children to support. cop who scorned her writing ambitions and encouraged her to be a dental hygienist. ![]() In “These Precious Days,” Ann Patchett’s excellent collection of essays, she recalls her own father, an L.A. “She stole my writing style!” he declared to a friend. My father, who harbored literary aspirations of his own, made the rounds, accepting congratulations, until he could bear it no longer. ![]() When I published my first book in 1996, about my mom, my sister and me, there was a party. THESE PRECIOUS DAYS Essays By Ann Patchett ![]()
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