I liked the story how to become a writer by Lorie Moore. I liked the somewhat dry sense of humor, and as someone who likes to consider themselves as a writer, i felt as if i could relate to what the character went through. But reading about all the trials, and the character trining to philosophise, and even when she reached "her dark place" where she felt hopeless, it was funny, in an endearing kind of way, like watching a younger sibling....and then you realize that when you went through some of these "dark times" it didn't seem so funny

But what i really loved, was how bits of the characters experiences, made there way into the story, i love how it was heavy, in a way. I i found myself relly touched by the hiden almost insight, about her losing her virginity, and her parents divorce, and how she made sence of it all in her writing. And how she couldnt make sence of what happened to her brother, she cant come to terms with a tragity of such magnitude.

"In thee years there have been three things: you lost your virginity; your parents got divorced; and your brother came home from a forest 10 miles from the Cambodian border with only half a thigh, a permanent smirk nestled into one corner of his mouth.About the first you write: ''It created a new space, which hurt and cried in a voice that wasn't mine, 'I'm not the same anymore, but I'll be O.K.' ''About the second you write an elaborate story of an old married couple who stumble upon an unknown land mine in their kitchen and accidentally blow themselves up. You call it: ''For Better or for Liverwurst.''About the last you write nothing. There are no words for this. Your typewriter hums. You can find no words."

And she even asks, in such an under stated way such a powerful question "If there's a God, then why is my brother now a cripple?"