After initially trying to reach his daughter from Maui, Carrey walked outside, sat on the lanai and spent eight minutes going through a “gratitude list.” Staggered by the bounty of his life, he reached a state of grace, closed his eyes and waited for the missiles.

It was the year 1994. The economy was thriving, the Twin Towers still dominated the New York City skyline, ‘Influencers’ weren’t even sperm yet and I was watching, “The Mask” starring Jim Carrey with my neighbor-friend, Amanda. Carrey was in the height of his fame and I was in love – telling Amanda that one day I will date Jim Carrey. Lofty aspirations for a 10-year old. It is better to risk starving to death then surrender. If you give up on your dreams, what's left?” This book has no point... and more importantly it has no purpose other than to indirectly illuminate why actors don't typically write the stories they star in. I can't help but feel like this is a Kaufman-esque joke about the results of binge watching a bunch of crappy late night History Channel shows about ancient civilizations and aliens.Part autobiography, part fiction, Carrey and Vachon draw disparate parts of experience together to pull off an unconventional memoir/farewell letter to civilization as they know it. A mad fever dream starring Jim Carrey, incorporating morsels of autobiography with adventures involving Nicolas Cage, Kelsey Grammer, Taylor Swift, Anthony Hopkins, Goldie Hawn, Sean Penn, and many more. Midway through our FaceTime conversation, Carrey says he wants to show me something. Scrolling through his phone, he lands on a drawing he’s making of his father, Percy, wearing a navy suit, the only suit he ever owned. It’s a work in progress, illustrating a scene from the book in which Percy holds his son’s wounded hands (which “Carrey” had gnawed away in a fever dream, thinking they were Slim Jims) and reveals nothing less than the meaning of existence. An engaging, fun tale that plays with the public perceptions of celebrities, questions our compulsive need to view, and contains a gloriously off-the-wall conclusion.” A book begging to be read on the beach, with the sun warming the sand and salt in the air: pure escapism.

Over the last three months, 17 writers provided diaries to the Times of their days in isolation, followed by weeks of protest. This is their story.Through palpable tension balanced with glimmers of hope, Hoover beautifully captures the heartbreak and joy of starting over. The sequel to It Ends With Us (2016) shows the aftermath of domestic violence through the eyes of a single mother.