by Carol Shields, Liza Ross
Reta Winters has many reasons to be happy, among them, her three almost grown daughters, her twenty-six year relationship with their father, her work translating the larger-than-life French intellectual and feminist Danielle Westerman, and the modest success she has had with her own novel. Then one ...
Reta Winters seems to have it all, a successful career as an author, a comfortable home, a loving relationship with her husband/not-husband and three daughters, and good friendship. However, when her oldest daughter, Norah, drops out of college and is found panhandling on a Toronto street corner wea...
I am so sorry that the world lost Carol Shields. What an amazing writer. I will, one day, write a review of this book but every time I begin I give up because I cannot capture it correctly. Odd, because it is one of my favorite books.
I found this to be a fairly honest look at a woman's psyche. While it was not stream of consciousness, it could have been. The way that thinking of her daughter's childhood brings her back to her childhood. By the way, I relate greatly to her childhood. The girl that was written could have been ...
a really nice and subtly powerful tale of coming of age into feminism that reminds us of how painful the realization is that as women, our voices are never as loudly heard as male voices. that, as women, we are simply not afforded the same credit as our male counterparts.
Tried twice b/c I liked Stone Diaries, but just couldn't get into it.
Liz gave me this for her birthday, as it's one of her favourite books. It was... weird. The writing style was very disjointed, so it took me much longer to read than such a book would normally. I think it was good, as I enjoyed reading it, but I honestly don't know. There wasn't much plot at all, mo...
I didn't expect to like this book as much as I did. Reta, a middle-aged mother of three and a writer, is facing the worst trauma of her life: her college-aged daughter Norah has dropped out of school, moved out of her apt and has begun sitting on a corner in a dodgy part of downtown Toronto wearing ...
Read this during my summer in East Van, living on my own for the first time.
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