Loving A Girl, A Sort Of Book Review


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I’ve been hiking a lot. I’ve been eating a lot. I’ve been stuffing down feelings and feeling shell shocked a lot. I’ve been avoiding the news, but sneaking peaks––that inevitably make me wish I’d avoided it. I’ve been trying not to get my hopes up, but hoping I can. I’ve been working on my novel… for like ten years. Or more. I’ve been missing my kids. A lot. And I’ve been reading. I’m reading books and listening to books, and reading some more. It’s life for me, in this distorted, surreal Covid bubble.

Last week, I finally logged on to Goodreads, my source for all book reviews. I rarely pick up a book without at least checking their star system. I read whatever our book group selects, but when I’m picking a book outside of group, I stop by Goodreads to see what others recommend. Over time, there are a few Goodread readers I’ve come to trust. I know their taste; if they hate a book, chances are, I will too. I hate to waste my time on a bad book.

I’m not that person who leaves a movie easily, and I rarely abandon books. So, once I’m in, I stick with it. For the most part. If I put a book down, it generally means things when very awry. If I leave a movie… well, aside from Something About Mary, it just doesn’t happen. (I know, I know; you all love that movie. Take it up in my comment section, but don’t think for a minute that I’ll be giving it another chance, any time soon). I’m careful in the selection process, so I don’t have to agonize over whether to jump ship later.

I logged on to Goodreads because I’m very committed to writing my own book reviews. If I rely on other readers, maybe someone relies on me. I’ve buried my nose in reading over the past few months, trying to hit my target of 25 books for 2020, but hadn’t written any reviews yet. I make lots of notes on my kindle, as I read, which helps later. I go back and read my notes, and that helps me plug back into what resonated for me, in any book I’ve read. I make my highlights/comments public as soon as I write a review. As I caught up on writing reviews, I realized that this might be a reasonable way to ease back into blogging. I can share my reviews here, and add some back ground and other thoughts. Win-win.

I miss blogging. I miss you all. I’ve said many times, that I write to put words to thoughts, but I don’t do it in a vacuum. I like that others read my words, because I love the connection that comes from that exchange. Some of you have graciously stayed around for a long time. A decade. And I don’t take that lightly, even if it seems like I do. I know I’ve been MIA. I know I’ve said that before. I know it’s a two-way street. And I’m doing my best––at least, the best I can do, in this moment. A moment that has stretched on for much of two years.

It’s not about you, it’s all on me. I haven’t stuck to my Friday Fictioneer stories; something I love. I’ve come back and written posts, and so many of you send wonderful comments and boost me up… and I drop the ball again. It’s me. I’m sorry. I really am. Because each time I see your memes and faces and names, and then read your comments, I get a charge. And I promise myself that I’ll keep it up. I’ll get back in this saddle I love. But it’s hard, and all I can do is keep trying.

I’m going to blog the hell out of these  book reviews. I’m going to try harder to hold up my end of this relationship. I seriously believe that with all this physical distancing, we need the social connection more than ever. All of us. We need to hold each other up, as we combat the trauma that we are universally experiencing. Words do that for me. They connect me to others. Here are my words. Here I am, trying harder.

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My first book review is Kelly Corrigan’s memoir: Glitter and Glue. Beyond the fact that I’m a sucker for titles, and I love this one, the subject matter had me from the start. Kelly Corrigan tells a poignant story of coming of age, and the mother-daughter struggle. Corrigan takes the reader back in time, when she was briefly a nanny for two Australian children, who lost their mother to cancer. As “Keely” learns to love and nurture this little girl and boy, who are grieving and lost, with their father, who has built up walls, Corrigan begins to reflect on her relationship with her own mother, who she has not had a close relationship with.

What pulled me in and under and down into my own injured places, and my own hopes and wishes, were Corrigan’s countless beautiful observations. Her words are so eloquent and powerful. I highlighted so many lines and passages, and would have highlighted more, but I was too absorbed and swept me away by the words. Beautiful writing! Having spent an extended time in Australia at the same age, her story really resonated with me, on so many levels. I laughed, and I cried often, for the intersections in my own life. I think there are so many universal themes here, woven into a wonderful coming of age story––with leaving home, falling in love, loss, and self awareness that we all some day experience.

I believe mothers and daughters inevitably “struggle––” even if they are close. As the mother of one daughter and two sons, it’s always struck me that the relationship I’ve built, and continue to work on, with my daughter, is so very different than what I’ve built with each of my “boys.” It’s not just the obvious gender roles–– boys become men, and women (mothers) and men often fall into the spots that women and men have always juggled. Each of my sons is unique, and my relationship with each of them is very different. Raising a daughter is immeasurably different.

I was fortunate to enjoy a relatively close, and loving relationship with my daughter, from early childhood through mid-college. And then we shifted. We drifted for a variety of reasons, which I’ve written about in my blog, but it was painful and challenging for both of us. Glitter and Glue beautifully, and honestly, delves into the many ways that we as women–– who are mothers and daughters––don’t alway “see” each other. We use filters of our own creations, or created via the scarring that so many of us have, often preventing mothers and daughters from valuing each others’ strengths, insights, and challenges, until our mothers are gone.

Corrigan’s story examines this relationship as she tells the story of her own leaving home journey: feeling independent for the first time, living in a foreign place, caring for young children, all bring Corrigan around to looking at her own mother’s role in her life. And it’s Corrigan’s sensitive examination of her relationship with her mother, that really touched me most deeply, reading this book. Over and over, I paused. I re-read the words. I highlighted them, and digested them. I thought about my own mother, and then my daughter. I loved this book for its beauty, vulnerability, humor and so many truths. Glitter and Glue gets to the heart of so many things, that it was a moving escape from the crazy that was setting in, as we all went into isolation. What a time to dive deep!

Check out my Goodreads review to read the highlights, and the gorgeous words Corrigan put out there.

Now it’s your turn. Have you read this book, too? Share your words in the comments.  Tell me what you think… about mother-daughter relationships, isolation, reading, your favorite ice-cream. I’m all about ice-cream these days, but that is another post.

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About Dawn Quyle Landau

Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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9 Responses to Loving A Girl, A Sort Of Book Review

  1. lisakwinkler says:

    I’ve decided to read Toni Morrison- starting with Bluest Eye. Would love others to join me for conversation! Reading Julia Baird’s bio of Victoria– after watching the series.

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    • You’ll love it! I’ve read all of TM’s books, and she is brilliant! Not easy reading, but deep, beautiful reading, with incredible stories. It’s been 35 years since I originally read The Bluest Eye. I read it again about 10 years ago; it’s really amazing!! When you’re ready, let me know; I’d be happy to discuss the books. Thanks for stopping by, Lisa; it’s always meaningful. ♥

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  2. Cathy Ulrich says:

    Dawn,
    I love your depth and identity and diversity in your review of “Glitter and Glue,” and yet I am not compelled to read it because of my complex relationship with my own mother. I don’t think we’ve ever talked about this in our lovely in-person visits, but my relationship with my mother was complicated. I adored my mother and yet, she was complicit in the (I don’t even know the right word) – extreme verbal and physical abuse from my father. But maybe I should read the book. It sounds like there is a possibility of some healing there.

    Oh, and ice cream? Well, I haven’t had any that stands out, in particular, but we did go to our favorite restaurant in Fort Collins tonight (outside and well distanced) – Jay’s Bistro – and had an unbelievable banana pudding!

    Hugs,
    Cathy

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    • Cathy, we’ll save that for another visit, and wonderful chat, but I think this book really examines the complexities that leave scars. It’s a very hopeful book, but doesn’t sugar-coat. I, too, had a very complicated relationship with my mother; I’ve shared a lot of that on this blog. I only learned truths, that changed everything, about 4 years ago, and I’m still digesting and learning to integrate some of that stuff. It’s not an easy ride… at least not in my experience.

      Ice cream… I’ll be getting to that in a later post. 😉 Always so happy to see you here! xo

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  3. I love that you’re sharing your book reviews here. As for ice cream, these days I’m non-dairy (not by choice) and love the coconut milk ice creams out there like So Delicious. The last one I had was mint chip. And before that a chocolate truffle with cashew milk. So Good!

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  4. ajpetiprin says:

    You’ve inspired me to read Glitter and Glue. I have two daughters and one son , good relationships with the two daughters. I had a great relationship with my mom as an only child I was the focus. I think I appreciated my mom when she was alive but now I know I love her much more that she’s gone I miss her every day. I could call her every day and talk about anything. I speak to my daughters often they’re both mothers now it certainly has given them a different perspective which is good.
    I appreciate your writing I’ve missed reading About your life , I would encourage you to keep trying. I know we are all trying to move forward every day make some sense of all this turmoil. Ice cream GOOD. Smile.

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    • What a lovely comment! I so appreciate your personal perspective on this. It’s not always easy to maintain good relationships, and as our kids grow up, it can be easier or harder… in my case, it’s been a little harder. However, I believe we keep working on it. Any relationship takes commitment and work, and of course, love! Thanks for the encouragement, and for taking the time read my work; it means so much to me! Stay well, and yes, smile. ☺

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