Dirty little confession time- sometimes I sneak through the Large Print section in my local library on my hunt for new books. I know you'd think it wouldn't be necessary but if I bought all the books I wanted to read, well we'd have to build a shelter entirely out of books. Plus those damn seniors get the best books. All I'm saying is behind those glasses too large for their face, Kleenex saving exterior is the soul of a wildcat. RAWR. Well I'm assuming, based on what those little old ladies are reading.
Back of the Book
Emilia Greenleaf believed that she had found her soulmate, the man she was meant to spend her life with. But life seems a lot less rosy when Emilia has to deal with the most neurotic and sheltered five-year-old in New York City: her new stepson William. Now Emilia finds herself trying to flag down taxis with a giant, industrial-strength car seat, looking for perfect, strawberry-flavored, lactose-free cupcakes, receiving corrections on her French pronunciation from her supercilious stepson – and attempting to find balance in a new family that’s both larger, and smaller, than she bargained for.My Thoughts
A little sad but not break out the tissues I can't read this book in public because I may break out in spontaneous sobbing. Oh sorry- Emilia loses her day old daughter to SIDS. But that doesn't come up till you're about half-way through. Instead the focus is on William- an extremely sheltered causality of a divorce the mother (first wife) did not want. The mother uses William to control and inflict horror on the new small, blended family. Emilia's hands are tied- how can she complain- she stole this woman's husband.
Through the mind and words of Emilia- a typical young New York woman with a shopping habits and the required gay male bestie, the book seems simple. Basic really. Then it ratchets up to complex in the blink of an eye- dealing with huge issues. Issues like infidelity, what it means to be a step-mother, death of a child, marriage and on and on.
Very well written. But not one of those inspiring, up-lifting I love life books. Half way between light-hearted, funny and a hellacious Oprah - I need to go kill myself now book.
Plus this was a movie- who knew?
1 comments:
You know what large print book are good for? (For those of us who don't *need* them yet?) Reading on the treadmill. Just a thought! Of course sobbing on the treadmill isn't ideal so perhaps a different book than this one! :)
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