I’m drawn to the stories of women, of mothers.
But let’s backtrack for a minute.
When I was a kid, I read all the time. Judy Bloom, Nancy Drew, Sweet Valley High. Anybody else still remember Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield from SVH? My surrogate sisters. A little later came Harlequin novels, full of heaving bosoms and shuddering sighs. Then mysteries. Eventually I just settled into novels, and I devoured them.
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This book broke my heart.
I didn’t really know what I was in for when I picked up a copy of The Shock of the Fall. I liked the cover – shallow, sure, but a book jacket makes a big impression on me – and I’m always drawn to stories about family dynamics, about the moments that stitch us together and the ones that tear us apart.
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