Everyone's talking about it + I'm joining the Berkeley ward RS book group for this next month. I wonder how it compares to Packaging Girlhood.
Moving tEveryone's talking about it + I'm joining the Berkeley ward RS book group for this next month. I wonder how it compares to Packaging Girlhood.
Moving this to "to read" because I didn't get a chance to finish it and I had visiting teaching group the night of the book group, so I missed it. I don't expect it to be much different than Packaging Girlhood, except to have more updated references to TV shows/movies/pop stars.
Finally read it because it was on the shelf at the library when I was looking for a different book. Fast, easy to read. I did find that at times the author was too casual in writing mannerisms. I don't know if I'd say flippant, but there were multiple times when I was, "Is that really the best way to reference mental illness/stereotypes/etc?"
Content-wise: Nothing surprising or really different from Packaging Girlhood. However if you haven't read PG, it's a good first introduction to the topic, though and has more recent references to pop culture than Packaging Girlhood, which was published in 2006. It even quotes PG. But now I can say I've read it and mark it off my list. Done....more
So I was supposed to read this almost 3 years ago for ward book group, but I didn't. I had just had a baby and that was my excuse. Now I'm regrettingSo I was supposed to read this almost 3 years ago for ward book group, but I didn't. I had just had a baby and that was my excuse. Now I'm regretting not getting the discussion because I'm sure it was an interesting one.
You can read other reviews for a mini-summary of this book. Not going to give that.
I bet it is a very accurate telling of what being single in the Church was like in the 80s. What I'm curious about it is if that's still accurate. I know that singles are marginalized... but to what extent?
I liked how the book came along. SPOILERS? At the beginning, you believe right along with the main narrator (there are many) that the husband would never leave and it was foul play and he'd come back, but as she grows, you learn with her that that's not how it happened.
I thought the Mormon elements were done well. I thought the teenage stuff was done well, too. I could totally see myself in similar teenage situations.
Also, the book may need a trigger warning for date rape/sexual assault, and child molestation topics.
But good book. I wanted to keep reading to find out what happened. I kind of wanted to get the reactions at the end from the different narrators- how each of them felt about how the story resolved. Like what was Scott thinking? Becky? Also, I'd love Kristin's commentary. I was hoping for that.
Hey MoFems- this may be a good book for you. I can pass it along. I got it through Paperback swap, so it's not something I paid money for and it doesn't look like it was widely printed/published, so finding copies may be difficult. ...more
I think that it's fascinating that the author got to document her stroke and how she felt while it happened. It madeMy mom passed this book on to me.
I think that it's fascinating that the author got to document her stroke and how she felt while it happened. It made me think a lot about how children learn. Her intense need for sleep to recover reminded me of newborns sleeping all the time. All the new sensory stuff of life must be overwhelming. Her descriptions of how some nurses seemed to suck energy while others gave energy was a good reminder to be gentle with people. Would be a good book club book. And the idea that meditating and finding inner peace is simply shutting down your left brain is a new angle to think about that and that it's just a thought away. Also, I thought the stained glass brains were a creative solution of melding her old life with her newfound-connection with her right brain.
A lot of the other reviews said the Nirvana stuff was a little much, but I've read stuff much more saturated and dripping with new age-y-ness and this isn't bad.
Also, I totally related to the feeling of being able to run up stairs two at a time after not being able to. That was one of the things I celebrated postpartum when my joints decided to not hate me anymore. I can run up stairs two at a time! It feels like freedom. That, and biking.