I tore through this one. Great writing, not really a fan of Sarah's character but I understood her very clearly. I just wanted to tell her "you can never go back home"! One thing I did appreciate in Sarah was her anger and the way she expressed it to Nathan during her outbursts of pain and analytical thinking. So much of that rang true, though hard to read at times; cringing at her but agreeing with her at the same time. Some of her mothering decisions were sloppy at best, and questionable. I was totally not on board with the Rajiv interlude toward the end...did that make sense to gloss over it when the whole marital separation was brought on by the SAME thing?! Was I supposed to think now husband and wife are equal, so the two can just cancel each other out? That really bothered me in the end, and may be why I was kind of not rooting for Sarah and Nathan to reconcile...another winner from this author, my second book of hers This book spoke to me. As a new mom, Sarah’s struggle to find her identity was one I could understand. I think any mom and wife, especially ones with young children now, will find themselves nodding in agreement with many of Sarah’s thoughts. I felt completely understood.That being said, Sarah is no saint and some of the things she does are destructive and dangerous. But Stewart does such a good job of making me understand Sarah that I never totally wrote her off. I felt her pain. I didn’t like Nathan either, he seemed like a loser with a capital L, until I started to understand their relationship and marriage- the good, the bad, and the ugly.I love stories about marriage and all the complications that inherently make themselves known. When one person cheats, can trust be restored? Can she stay in the marriage? When a woman becomes a mother, is she still the same woman she was before? Should she be? Is there a way to be a mother and retain your identity and your dreams? Again, the identity issues are ones I’m struggling with right now so I loved this book. As an older mom this passage made me nod my head,“My mother was twenty-two when she had me.”“My mother was twenty-five.”“Can you imagine? That was when we were in grad school. Can you imagine having had kids at that age? I didn’t even know who I was.”She settled back into the couch cushions. “Don’t you think knowing who you are makes it harder? I mean, you know who you are, and then it becomes really hard to be who you are.” Chapter 16
What do You think about La Metà Di Noi (2010)?
I did not really like this book. I found that the way it was written was very hard to read.
—nicolaclarke896
Awful book -- read only to the finish hoping there would be a story somewhere.
—joegravey
Ugh…whiny wife and wimpy husband. No thanks.
—crystal
