I Don't Know How She Does It.
4 journalers for this copy...
This book has been sitting on my shelves for a while. It's been a few years since I've read it so it's time for it to go off and see the world.
Released 15 yrs ago (3/22/2009 UTC) at By Mail, A RABCK -- Controlled Releases
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Will mail it this coming week (hopefully Monday) to South Africa as RAKBC for the winner of the Chick-Lit draw organised by Plum-Crazy. I hope the lucky winner enjoys it.
Will mail it this coming week (hopefully Monday) to South Africa as RAKBC for the winner of the Chick-Lit draw organised by Plum-Crazy. I hope the lucky winner enjoys it.
Thank you Jean-Sol. This book arrived today.
I have read this book before and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I am making it available now so that someone else can enjoy it.
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I am posting this book today to the **WINNER** of the chick-lit sweepstake group 1 hosted by polenka. Congratulations!!
I am posting this book today to the **WINNER** of the chick-lit sweepstake group 1 hosted by polenka. Congratulations!!
The book has arrived in Finland, thank you very much!
This was a lovely read and easy to identify with, even though I'm not a high-flying career woman like Kate and am just about to return to work after 1.5 at home with my son. Here are a couple of my favourite passages:
"So, you see, before I was really old enough to understand what being a woman meant, I already understood that the world of women was divided in two: there were the proper mothers, self-sacrificing bakers of apple pies and well-scrubbed invigilators of the twin-tub, and there were the other sort. At the age of thirty-five, I know precisely which kind I am, and I suppose that's what I'm doing here in the small hours of 13th December, hitting mince pies with a rolling pin till they look like something mother made. Women used to have time to make mince pies and had to fake orgasms. Now we can manage the orgasms, but we have to fake the mince pies. And they call this progress."
"For my generation, coming to it later and sometimes too late, motherhood was a shock. Sacrifice wasn't written into our contract. After fifteen years as an independent adult, the sudden lack of liberty could be as stunning as being parted from a limb; entwined with the intense feeling of love for your baby was a thin thread of loss, and maybe we will always ache like an amputee."
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The book is next off to Mergylien in Oulu (Finland) who picked it from a First Sentences VBB running on the Finnish forum.
"So, you see, before I was really old enough to understand what being a woman meant, I already understood that the world of women was divided in two: there were the proper mothers, self-sacrificing bakers of apple pies and well-scrubbed invigilators of the twin-tub, and there were the other sort. At the age of thirty-five, I know precisely which kind I am, and I suppose that's what I'm doing here in the small hours of 13th December, hitting mince pies with a rolling pin till they look like something mother made. Women used to have time to make mince pies and had to fake orgasms. Now we can manage the orgasms, but we have to fake the mince pies. And they call this progress."
"For my generation, coming to it later and sometimes too late, motherhood was a shock. Sacrifice wasn't written into our contract. After fifteen years as an independent adult, the sudden lack of liberty could be as stunning as being parted from a limb; entwined with the intense feeling of love for your baby was a thin thread of loss, and maybe we will always ache like an amputee."
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The book is next off to Mergylien in Oulu (Finland) who picked it from a First Sentences VBB running on the Finnish forum.
Journal Entry 8 by Mergylien at Oulu, Pohjois-Pohjanmaa / Norra Österbotten Finland on Monday, August 23, 2010
The book has arrived in Oulu and it was a pleasant surprise. Thank you Annimanni.
