Sometime in the early 2000's, I took a writing class from Mary Rechner, and it was around that time that I picked up her book. Sad to know it took me about 20 years to read it. Nine Simple Patterns for Complicated Women reminded me a bit of Margaret Atwood's Moral Disorder, which I also read recently. Short stories from women's perspective telling stories of everyday life. What I like about reading literature versus genre fiction is that in our world it is hard to remember that our lives, our simple lives have value and are full of stories worth sharing. They are not filled with dragons, aliens, secret agents or powerful rich yet complicated men with mommy issues. There aren't orcs or mermaids or vampires just women with children or without, feeling bored with a marriage or wanting to make a fancy dress while your depressed friend talks about ending her life over a glass of wine, but inevitably she's not going to harm herself, not today anyway. Another woman lusting over another man, but remembering that she is happy lusting after her husband, dealing with mothers, kids, teachers, going to work, all the things we do in our days, the chores, the bores, the loves, the pain, the aging. In this age of late stage capitalism where image is more important that substance it is nice to read a collection of short stories that make you feel goo because of the simplicity and everyday familiarity. I don't have children, but when I read a story about a woman raising her kids I can connect with that character and her family and build compassion toward a lifestyle I do not lead. I think it's important to add a little "real life" story telling to one's collection of reading. At least it helps me.