Also known as one more book I don’t have time to read.
My dad bought it for me for Christmas last year. I read it at Christmas this year. I wish I had read it when the twins were born. (Before it was written) What a beautiful collection of thoughts: intellectual, writerly, parently. There was a burst of recognition as I saw someone who has been through a difficult twin pregnancy, who has three children, and yet manages to simultaneously have a rich and (very) successful artistic life.
I was excited when I heard about (and then saw, at OSF, with Catherine Coulson) Dead Man’s Cell phone.
I cried when I read this book. With recognition, with the knowledge that I don’t have the background I’d like to have, or the time or life structure to get it. With the stories that I would really like to tell. What a beautiful book, and what a book that I need.