This is Not my Life by Diane Schoemperlen (148)

This is a memoir of love, prison and other complications. It is a book that will keep you reading and reading until the last page.

For almost six turbulent years, award-winning writer Diane Schoemperlen was involved with a prison inmate serving a life sentence for second-degree murder. The relationship surprised no one more than her. How do you fall in love with a man with a violent past?

This is the story of the romance between Diane and Shane. It is a story about how they met and fell in love, how they navigated the obstacles of passes and visits and parole hearings, and, eventually, how things fell apart, were reconciled, and then fell apart for good. It is a love story the likes of which you will never read about again.

In this candid and wrye memoir that borders on the disturbing in places, Schoemperlen takes us inside a complex and difficult relationship as she journeys through the prison system with her male friend. Not only did this experience enlarge her capacity for both empathy and compassion, but it also forced her to more deeply examine herself.

This is a memoir like no other I read. It has depth and breath and it forces one to thing the boundlessness of love and how it can transform all of us. Live is definitely blind and it has no rules.

Rating: 4 stars

Reviewed by: Irene S. Roth


About irenesroth

I am a freelance and academic writer. I am currently writing a book called `Fearless Freelance Writers`. Please look out for it soon on this blog.
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