In the throes of my still-fierce obsession with everything Haiti, I just ran across a comment on the AC360 blog (among the two dozen people jostling to adopt "Monley", the adorable kid rescued after 8 days under rubble) from someone who just finished reading "Dispatches From the Edge." I flew to Amazon.com to check things out - did Anderson Cooper really write a book? Indeed, he did, and I immediately began reading the first few pages that Amazon gifts as a preview. Cooper's book is a memoir, mostly about his time on the ground in Niger, New Orleans, Iraq, and post-tsunami Asia. But, from what I can tell in the first few pages, it's also part autobiography. I was hooked after the first few pages - Cooper's writing style resembles my own; he seems to write with a sweet honesty and absorbs the situation around him in a way with which I can intimately and acutely identify. I was hooked - but near the bottom of Page 15, I was floored. It's like Cooper took the words that I haven't been able to find and put them together precisely and perfectly:
"Sometimes I wonder if I'm the person I was born to be, if the life I've lived really is the one I was meant to, or if it is some half life, a mutation engineered by loss, cobbled together by the will to survive."
I think I've found a kindred spirit. I'll be downloading the rest of Cooper's book.
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