I don’t often pick up non-fiction-y books but I finally got around to picking up this one after wanting to read it for years. This is typically my MO. For shame. Caitlin Moran is hysterical, witty, and wise. I reckon that if you’re someone who’s all confused about feminism and what it means this might be a good book to start with. Not because it’s all preachy or anything, but because it is so real. I kind of just wish everyone would read this book.
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Sarah Colonna is my soulmate. How dork-ass fan-ish is that? Meh. I’ve read a couple of reviews about this book and it seems to be one of those you-either-love-it-or-hate-it books. Or should I be saying that about Sarah Colonna herself? I think it takes a big bite of “special” to be this kind of honest. I think it’s pretty damn fantastic to say “this is how it is” and be telling the truth. You can feel it, hear it as the words wash over you. Hearing that honesty in writing is my absolute favourite thing about reading. That “I believe you” feeling that washes over me is my cocaine. It is my reason for writing. And it is my reason for above all else, striving for honesty in the things that I write. I write so that when you read it, you will believe me. Even the most far fetched of stories can hold the most precious nugget of truth.
I don’t know who Sarah Colonna is. My sister is a huge fan, but I don’t have a clue who she is. Also, I don’t usually read non-fiction. Memoirs and biographies don’t really do it for me. I like play-play people in play-play worlds. But I’m glad I picked this up. I’m not sure why (apart from the fact that it’s funny and I enjoyed reading it). Something about it just feels hopeful. Or made me feel hopeful. I dunno.
Whatever it is….I think it would be pretty damn cool to go out for drinks with this chick 🙂
Don’t laugh, but “randomly” meeting Tracy Engelbrecht (online – because where else do we meet people these days?) was some sort of Universal show of synchronicity. The Universe likes to do this to me.
Let me explain:
About six or seven years ago (holy crap I’m getting old!) I started writing a book about a pregnant teenager. I was hardly past being a teenager myself at that stage, but I just couldn’t do it. I had never been pregnant. And I therefore had no idea what I was talking about. I needed to know what it felt like to stroke a pregnant belly. I needed to know what morning sickness felt like and how it feels to be kicked from the inside. Those stupid books at the library helped nothing – it didn’t take long to figure that out. So I shelved the book, promising myself that as soon as I found myself pregnant I would pick it up again.
Now of course that never happened. When I was pregnant all I wanted to do was knit and sew things (true story – my dad still laughs at me about that) but the other day I picked up the novel with a very intense need to revisit the idea of finishing it and doing it properly. Continue reading
I am loathe to write this review. How impossible to translate into words the blissful experience that is Elizabeth Gilbert. Honestly I don’t have an Oprah book club membership. And I’m very much not always so in the loop with what the rest of the world is reading. In school I was always the kid who got into a song after everyone else stopped listening to it. My grown up world differs only in that I don’t really care about getting it right anymore. I decided to read Eat, Pray, Love after seeing a TedEx talk that Elizabeth Gilbert did. A fellow writer sent me the link thinking I might find her inspiring. She entranced me completely. Here was this beautiful creature and I swear to God she was speaking straight into my soul. And so I picked up her book over the December holidays and got completely lost in it. I laughed and cried and I sunk in to the deepest of depressions. I wish I could write like that. Because this book was the absolute embodiment of what I want MY writing to be. The naked honesty, the poignant truths, the humanity. Everything about it made me jealous as all hell. Elizabeth tells of her journey in search of physical and spiritual fulfillment in such a brave manner. Her experiences are something anyone would long for. From her relationship with food and wine in Italy to the spiritual awakening in India and falling in love in Indonesia, I couldn’t stop turning the pages At the risk of sounding redundant, it really is the kind of book that every woman should read. And every man should read it too, if for no other reason than to better understand women. It’s definitely a book I will re-read for many years to come.
Why I give it a ten: It’s an important book. And every woman should read it.