An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination

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This is a memoir of the author's experience of losing a baby. It hit very close to home for me, and although her circumstances were very different from mine ... I could identify with a lot of her feelings and emotions surrounding the experience. I thought the book was sad, but not depressing. Here's the review from Amazon:

In Elizabeth McCracken’s heartrending memoir—a love letter to the child she lost and the devoted husband who suffered alongside her—McCracken displays her many talents. Her warmth, candor, crystalline prose, lovely imagery, and attention to detail bring her painful story to life. McCracken’s dark sense of humor ensnares unwitting readers, belying the sadness with which she writes, and she shows very little patience for self-pity and sentimentality. Critics praised her clear-eyed account in a genre replete with syrupy, self-aggrandizing books, though some expressed doubts that its subject matter would have wide appeal. “I’m not ready for my first child to fade into history,” explains McCracken. With this heartbreaking account of his life, there’s little chance of that.

It's pretty short, and a fairly quick read. I enjoyed it, although given the subject matter ... I wouldn't necessarily recommend it to everyone.