

What I most admired about Tate’s book is her vulnerability and willingness to put the ugly and difficult on the page. So of course, that part of the book resonated with me deeply. (Best Friend Forever) when I was forty-two, and it was through that friend that I learned the truest and rawest form of being a friend. A Memoir of Friendship Lost and Found by Christie Tate was one that hit me hard. With Meredith by her side, she embarks on a brutally honest exploration of her friendships past and present, sorting through the ways that debilitating shame and jealousy have kept the lasting bonds she craves out of reach-and how she can overcome a history of letting go too soon.ī.F.F. Christie isn’t so sure, but she soon realizes that the feeling of “apartness” that has plagued her since childhood isn’t magically going away now that she’s in a healthy romantic relationship. Meredith, twenty years older and always impeccably accessorized, gives Christie a box of holiday-themed scarves as well as a gentle suggestion: maybe now is the perfect time to examine why friendships give her trouble. Weeks after giddily sharing stories of her new boyfriend at Saturday morning recovery meetings, Christie receives a gift from a friend. Her days of agonizing in group therapy over guys who won’t commit are over, the grueling emotional work required to attach to another person tucked neatly into the past. After more than a decade of dead-end dates and dysfunctional relationships, Christie Tate has reclaimed her voice and settled down.
