I admire those who have the courage to write a memoir. I don’t. Memoirs are so raw and vulnerable, like an open wound you can’t stop picking at — but what if you could write your way out of the bloody hellishness back to where you started, before circumstances caused your life to take a serious misstep into the abyss? In Some Things You Keep, JJ Landis goes for it, baring her soul along with many of her missteps. It’s a messy, emotionally exhausting place to be, except it’s not because it’s how her 6th grade self dealt with the trauma of her mother’s suicide: by spending a decade ignoring her own feelings.