Serra has spent her entire life figuring things out without all the information. Sometimes because of her hearing loss. Sometimes because the people around her neglected to provide it. And sometimes because life apparently assumes everyone read an instruction manual that was never actually distributed.When her mother, Norma Jean, passes away, Serra is left with a house to empty, paperwork to untangle, and decades of memories hiding in ordinary things. As she works her way through what her mother left behind, she revisits the wonderfully messy history that made her who she is: family chaos, spectacularly questionable relationships, work, motherhood, hearing loss, and a lifetime of confidently filling in the blanks.Sharp, deeply personal, and unapologetically funny, I Was Hoping There'd Be a Form is an autofictional novel about loving imperfect people, surviving ridiculous circumstances, and discovering that there may never be a correct way to do any of this.It would have been nice if there were a form.
