Reading memoirs

Most of my reading material over the past few years has been of the memoir/autobiography type. I I am so intrigued by these stories of others' lives that to read a fiction book is almost an effort of late. I have to stop myself from thinking, "this is all made-up stuff" and not letting myself really enjoy a good story. Why is this so? Perhaps it's because I am currently writing a memoir of my own, but I don't think so.  I think it is more likely that I enjoy 'slipping into' other people's lives; having a glimpse into personal failings and personal happiness and/or grief. These real stories just seem more readable to me for some reason.
When I have finished reading "Sickened", I plan to return to a book I started reading a couple of months ago and, for some reason abandoned.  It's Tammie Matson' "Elephant Dance - a story of love and war in the kingdom of elephants".  It's a big book; quite appropriate for its title, I suppose, and may be why I left it to read something (physically) lighter.
Then I will return for another grab from "The Eleven Eternal Principles", which is not a memoir, of course but simply a book of wisdom that is good to 'pop into' every so often, before I start on another memoir.
So that's my reading plan for the next few days.
This coming weekend I will surely have to visit our friendly second-hand book store for more supplies.