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It Hit Me Like a Ton of Bricks: A Memoir of a Mother and Daughter

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This is the author's first book and it is truly an amazing biography. In fact after reading it I purchased a copy for each of my (grown) daughters! It's an important book in that it depicts the tug and pull between mothers and daughters as they grow in their relationships with each other. It's real; it shows the pain and the worry and the acceptance of their quirks. I especially love their honesty of feelings even when things aren't "pretty".

It's a beautiful story; I hope the author continues to write. Her sensitivity and depth are striking.

I gave this book to my mom for mother's day, and it was even better than expected. Burns is a WONDERFUL writer, with great images and a strong eye for detail, and the autobiography is powerful, heartwrenching and moving. Both Mom and I loved it -- and then we shared it with all 3 of Mom's sisters, who are also mothers, who then shared it with their children (also mothers). Not a bad review in the bunch. One of the best books I've read in a long time -- I've even considered writing directly to the author (like some crazed fan) to tell her to PLEASE write more books!

I didn't know what to expect when I purchased this book... I liked the premise, I enjoy memoirs (especially of the mother/daughter variety) and the author seemed interesting.

I devoured it in about two sittings and highly recommend this book! Ms. Burns writes with such honesty, and her descriptions of emotions many times had me going back and re-reading certain lines thinking "Yes! That's exactly it!"

I'd love to read more from this gifted author... perhaps a follow-up to hear how her mother and daughter are doing these days...?

Catherine Burns is a terrific writer....I root for her in this memoir as I relate to her journey as a daughter, sister, wife, mother, and well, a female person struggling to love, and be loved....and ultimately accept herself as she attempts to win the acceptance of her mother. I never worry about this woman.....her honesty, and humor always keeps her from going under----she is too smart, witty, and observant to lose the game!!! a really fresh voice.

Catherine Lloyd Burns is not only a phenomenal actress, but one of the best authors that I have ever read. This book was insightful, poignant, and honest. It makes you laugh, and then on the next page, you're bawling your eyes out. Her bluntly descriptive writing style sets a highly unusual but very interestingly unique tone to the book, which I, personally, love. She has since become one of my favorite artists in both of her fields, and anyone who has read and liked this should watch Everything Put Together with CLB and Megan Mullally who I also adore and who is friends with CLB via an episode of Ned & Stacey. It Hit Me...Bricks is outlined by Megan on her website supremestoryprogram.com which is phenomenal! <3

I could not put this book down once I began to read the painfully honest, poignant but ultimately fasinating love story Ms. Burns writes about her Mother and her own Daughter. I highly recommend this book.

I was gonna wait and think about this book for a while I after read it... but RM's sister's review annoyed me. (Although, the sister did give Catherine 1 Star instead of the lowest possible 0 stars.)

I'm not the most objective reader of this book, since Cathy Burns (to use the name I knew her best by) was my friend during a period which was for me the great adventure (as of mid-2006) of my life and for her a dark period so depressing that she mentions it only fragmentarily in this otherwise lively and detailed memoir. I was in her orbit especially while we were both students at Columbia, during the years chronicled (with many fictional inventions) in my epic novel "The Forgotten Liars.") She also turned up frequently in my life in the late 1980s (which is covered in the book.) And I haven't seen much of her since her life really began after her acting and writing career took off in the 1990s (though I think she did introduce me to her wonderful second husband back when the two of them were just acquaintances.) Even during the 1980s there was (understandably) a lot of stuff I forgot or didn't know in the first place: even the first marriage was news to me.

(DIGRESSION: She actually went to Barnard College, which technically is an autonomous institution in its own right. However, for all practical purposes it operates as one of Columbia's many Schools and Colleges. It's kind of a moot point, anyway, since she eventually transferred to NYU.)

I'm not really in the book at all. There is a passing reference to an incident I was involved in, when we had a pyramid-scheme party at her mother's apartment on Washington Square. And there is also a passsing reference to the great love of my life (once again as of June 2006), who was the girl who introduced Cathy to Tavern on the Green and who started her on her career as a well-dressed bulimic and who gassed herself in her apartment. (The story I heard was that our friend ODed on her prescription meds, but that's the story I remember hearing. Other people remember hearing other stories, and what the hell, it was a long time ago and we're still here and she's not. And moreover, even if I had actually been present when our friend killed herself--- which I was very much wasn't--- I would have remembered something different from what the other observers remembered.)

I suppose there are things I remember differently than she did, but the only factual error I spotted was that she said she was a "drug-using, bulimic, failed Barnard student" with dirty hair and dity clothes. She was not a failure. Her hair and her clothes were always tres stylish. And the bulimia and drug use were just endemic to the time: she may have been a little nuts but everyone was nuts back then. She was actually less insane than the vast majority of those around her. I don't if this just goes to show that I was even more messed up than I thought I was, or whether I didn't know how badly off this particular friend was, or whether she remembers things as being worse than they seemed at the time. Probably a little of all three.

It's just as well I'm not in the book: she's way more interesting than I am. She's kind of young to be writing her memoirs, but the book does cover almost the entire life cycle. This is the story of three generations of Burns women--- Red (originally Goldie), Catherine and Olive--- all three of whom are infuriating at time but (almost) always delightful.

The story begins when Catherine is in grade school and her mother in her 40s and ends when Catherine is in her 40s and her daughter is just about to head off to school. Cathy's childhood sounds like it was rather lonely, especially after her father died when she was about 9 years old and her mother started pursuing her own life. Her mother is, by this account at least, one of those people who cares about other people a lot but finds them difficult to get along with. And after her husband died, she may have forgotten at times that her daughter Cathy (who had three siblings who were much older than her) was just a little girl. So there's a lot of sad moments in the early part of the book. But as the book progresses, things get better, and Cathy finally becomes much closer to her mother after her mother also becomes her daughter Olive's grandmother.

The book is worth reading just for the author's vivid descriptions and off-beat observations, by the way... She perfectly captures the looks and smells of everything from big stuff like giving birth to little stuff like waiting in line at the supermarket.