We gave it a B-
Like a coal worker dutifully marching back down the mine shaft, Pat Conroy returns to the seemingly non-depletable source of most of his output: his own life. In My Reading Life, using his affection for the written word as spackle to hold together stories about people and experiences that have already provided fodder for his novels — his abusive fighter-pilot father in The Great Santini, his time at military college in The Lords of Discipline — he earnestly, if sometimes floridly, recounts how sentences and paragraphs have become the building blocks of his DNA. It?s hardly new terrain, but some of the chapters are still sweetly moving. B?