Let’s Take the Long Way Home is a memorial for the author’s best friend, to whom she was very close and who sadly died young of lung cancer. It starts rather inauspiciously, I thought, with careful descriptions and stilted pseudo-psychological jargon, a la ” I had just navigated my own crossroads. I was in my early forties […]”. I almost gave up. But it gets better, and funnier, including her descriptions of AA meetings — as both she and her friend were recovered alcoholics. And yes, AA meetings can be funny, at least when she writes about them. I also liked how she described her enormous outward calm as she goes through the necessary motions of nursing her friend, then burying her.