<p>So, part way through the chapter I was thinking of as <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0068646/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1">The Godfather</a> chapter</i>, I started to wonder if maybe I was reading a fiction book and not a memoir. I mean, book started out with an incubus, and I was cool with that as non-fiction, but the dappled Italian summers filled with olive trees and mafioso in-laws, my mind could not process that as anything other than fiction. Is that a failure as a memoir or a success for a creative non-fiction piece? We have a Woody-Allen-1970s-New-York childhood crisis, a Godfather quarter-life crisis, a Thelma-and-Louise roadtrip-type crisis, a Cormac McCarthy forties crisis, and a British stiff-upper-lip NHS healthcare crisis. And an incubus (we'll call that a pale <A href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1179904/">Paranormal Activity</a> crisis). And comics (<a href="https://www.librarything.com/work/627079">Fun Home</a>?). The whole book has a cinematic feel, a poor-little-rich-girl-wandering-to-try-and-find-herself feel that may not be relatable: I, for one, do not have a vacation house in Colorado and a non-vacation house in England; I've never tried to cross the Mexican-US border illegally for a magazine story; I'm not married to a prime minister's grandson, etc. </p>

<p>So something about <A href="https://www.librarything.com/work/18946910/book/140626133">Meet Me in the In-Between</a> doesn't seem real. I'm guessing that's the point of meeting Pollen in the in-between. Real, not real, incubus, mafioso, Colorado, sharp, unexpected turns like in a dream. Off-putting but neither in a bad nor a good way.</p>

<p><A href="https://www.librarything.com/work/18946910/book/140626133">Meet Me in the In-Between</a> by Bella Pollen went on sale June 16, 2017.</p>

<p><small>I received a copy free from <a href="https://www.netgalley.com/">Netgalley</a> in exchange for an honest review.</small></p>