I've got to stop ranting

I'll do my best. I think now word verification is on, which means that (hopefully) crazy comment spammers can't bother us. Knock on wood.

Also? Welcome to Mom & Judy. You guys are awesome. Read faster ;)
Of course, I should probably start the next book, because during real life I never have time to pick up books which require too much of my soul. As an example, I'm reading one of Mark's Terry Pratchett books to fill my pre-sleeping time.

Since I have not yet developed the style of an offical book-clubber, I'll just be me, and then work on copying Judy's style later.
This book was shockingly resonant with my now, which seems a little presumptuous, since I neither have grown up children, a writing career, or live in canada. I know most people haven't gotten to the end, so I won't reference it yet. But this, to me, was an exquisite demonstration of the occasional need to scream. And the recognition of both the necessity and the futility. Which is what makes it "women's fiction", I think. That recognizing the futility doesn't remove it. This is life. And we don't get crippled by the contradiction. And the way Norah responds is the way many of us wish we could respond, or respond in our heads, or respond as children, before we take a deep breath and move forward. We employ a wide variety of coping mechanisms (which I expect to be added in by Debbie Tuttle, queen of all things psychology) and move forward.
Consider this an initial exercise in serious precision. I'm working on it.