My mother-in-law got me this book for Christmas. I was really impressed that she picked out a book I hadn't read and was interested in reading. About the only one who buys me books is my husband, unless I give specific requests.
The book chronicles the friendship of five women who meet in Palo Alto, California, in 1967. All wives and mothers, they form a writing club and meet weekly at the park while their children play.
Each character has her own story both with her writing and her personal life. From breast cancer to cheating husbands, the gamut is covered. The historical climate plays a lot into the story. I feel like if you were a contemporary to these women, this book would mean so much more. It caused me to contemplate how much has changed since then, particularly for women.
I enjoyed all of it but the end. I felt like it just. Ended. Kinda like that. Obviously that's probably intentional but it still bugged me. I wanted a sounder conclusion. Other than that, I really liked it. Enough to stay up an hour past bedtime three nights in a row.
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