Your Voice in My Head is a memoir but it’s really a book-length thank you note to the author’s psychiatrist, who very much saved her life and, as she will learn after his untimely death, the lives of many others. It features her eccentric family, as she characterizes it, although some of us may think some of its members have stepped over to the truly bizarre, and a frank recitation of her travails, which can get a bit too frank, as memoirs often do. What exhibitionist streak possesses the writers to create them? Do they ever think about their families or friends, in this case future children, perhaps reading their words? But I digress. What makes the book is the author’s quirky sense of humor and her way to make gentle fun of life and herself, as well as the loving tribute to a remarkable therapist.