Author: Stephanie LaCava
Release Date: December 4th, 2012
Source: From the publisher via TLC Book Tours
Blurb from Goodreads: An awkward, curious girl growing up in a foreign country, Stephanie LaCava finds solace and security in strange and beautiful objects. When her father’s mysterious job transports her and her family to the Parisian suburb of Le Vesinet, the young American embarks on a life of discovery. Tasting the enchantments of Paris, she makes friends with her peers at a wildly unconventional international school and faces terrorism. But Stephanie’s wonder gives way to anxiety and a deep depression brought on by a series of circumstances. Through her darkest moments, Stephanie continues to filter the world through her peculiar lens, discovering the strange beauty surrounding her. The grotesque (beetles and catacombs), the natural (mushrooms and lilies of the valley) the cultural (Nirvana and other nineties touchstones) and the historical (Nancy Cunard, Jean Seberg), all become unique talismans. Encouraged by her father through trips to museums and scavenger hunts in antique shows, she traces an interconnected web of stories of past outsiders, historical and natural objects, and her present predicament that ultimately helps her survive when she feels she’s losing control.
A series of essays that unfold in cinematic fashion, An “Extraordinary Theory of Objects” moves from past to present as Stephanie revisits France seeking to understand and make peace with her childhood. Her journey reveals the magic of seemingly ordinary objects to distract us from our lives, construct order in an unpredictable world, and reveal the power of stories to shape and reflect who we are.
But…there’s a but. I did not like it as much as I could have, and there are several reasons for this. The main issue was my lack of connection to the writing. It’s a memoir and I felt I should have connected to the author so much more than I did, especially since she was battling with depression, and I have a rather strange concoction of depression/anxiety/social phobias. But I didn’t connect to her because the writing style felt so detached. She was telling me her story, but I never really felt like I was there with her. And that was a shame.