About the book: (instead of the back cover the opening paragraph)This is my life: The alarm goes off at five-thirty with the murmuring of a public-radio announcer, telling me that there has been a coup in Chad, a tornado in Texas. My husband stirs briefly next to me, turns over, blinks, and falls back to sleep for another hour. My robe lies at the foot of the bed, printed cotton in the summer, tufted chenille for the cold. The coffeemaker comes on in the kitchen below as I leave the bathroom, go downstairs in bare feet, pause to put away a pair of boots left splayed in the downstairs back hallway and to lift the newspaper from the back step. The umber quarry tiles in the kitchen were a bad choice; they are always cold. I let the dog out of her kennel and put a cup of kibble in her bowl. I hate the early mornings, the suspended animation of the world outside, the veil of black and then the oppressive gray of the horizon along the hills outside the French doors. But it is the only time I can rest without sleeping, think without deciding, speak and hear my own voice. It is the only time I can be alone. Slightly less than an hour each weekday when no one makes demands.
This is a very hard book to review because I refuse to give any of the story away. I will say this is an emotional journey of one mom and her family (moms, dads, inlaws, children, friends). It was a very good story and I needed kleenex a few times as my eyes teared up. I had never read an Anna Quindlen book but I will be checking out more of her titles. She is a very talented storyteller and writer. My only warning would be don’t read the jacket and/or if you do please understand that no matter what you guess,you will be wrong (or at least 99% of people will be wrong).The story is so worth just going along with it and the emotional payout is well worth it!
Author Website: http://www.annaquindlen.com/