I enjoyed this book a lot a lot.
I remember being a kid and only wanting to read books that had kids in them (the chocolate touch, Frindle, a weird book series I can't remember what it was called but all the cool people had violet eyes..)Then when I was a teenager I wanted to desperately find novels about teenagers.
Now I guess I enjoy books about moms who want to do more than be at home. It shouldn't but it kind of makes me a little sad and it makes me feel old. I don't know why... I know I have the Peter Pan syndrome, and an irrational fear of death by 35, so perhaps that's why?
In any case, I loved this book about a mom of three who goes back to work and just does not enjoy it as much as she thought she would.
It's definitely not a Pulitzer by any means- but it's smooth writing- and you really get into her head. I see a theme in what I enjoy about reading, I like getting to know people.
One of my most constantly repeating sins is gossip and talking about others, eavesdropping... just pure curiosity of things that are not really my business. Last night I was wondering if that's why I like to read so much- because I just like collecting stories, collecting thoughts and questions and characteristics. Sometimes I think all my life will be about collecting the keys to a masterpiece I'll write towards the end of my life...
I recommend this book, it's also pretty funny.
Pages: 369
Total: 5141
Now I guess I enjoy books about moms who want to do more than be at home. It shouldn't but it kind of makes me a little sad and it makes me feel old. I don't know why... I know I have the Peter Pan syndrome, and an irrational fear of death by 35, so perhaps that's why?
In any case, I loved this book about a mom of three who goes back to work and just does not enjoy it as much as she thought she would.
It's definitely not a Pulitzer by any means- but it's smooth writing- and you really get into her head. I see a theme in what I enjoy about reading, I like getting to know people.
One of my most constantly repeating sins is gossip and talking about others, eavesdropping... just pure curiosity of things that are not really my business. Last night I was wondering if that's why I like to read so much- because I just like collecting stories, collecting thoughts and questions and characteristics. Sometimes I think all my life will be about collecting the keys to a masterpiece I'll write towards the end of my life...
I recommend this book, it's also pretty funny.
Pages: 369
Total: 5141
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