The writing is very accessible and maybe a little simple in its straightforwardness. The story of 5 women who meet in a park in 1967 and grow together against the backdrop of social change is a good story. Their deepening connection and risk-taking in sharing their writing and their lives and growing into their fullness is well portrayed. The issues of the times are there, but don't date the story too strongly, so you can engage with the timeless elements even as the times are present in the story.
While it took me a long time to finish this book – which says it’s not of the “couldn’t-put-it-down” variety – I did enjoy it a great deal. The friendship between five women who are from different backgrounds and who face different life situations, but who meet because they all live in the same neighborhood, rang true to me. In my experience, quality friendships deepen over time as trust grows and women slowly begin to share more of who they are. This was exactly the way Meg Clayton unfolded the relationships between the Wednesday sisters, so the story felt authentic without being sappy. I also liked Clayton’s interspersing of 1960s history as a way to show how the women were affected by and responded to changing American culture at the same time they dealt with life circumstances (cancer, infidelity, miscarriage, etc.).
Not a bad book, but nothing special. I hate giving twos, however it wasn't amazing it was just okay. The book is about 5 women that meet each other in California and became friends. They eventually learn about each other and deal with some serious issues during a time that much change was happening around them.
This book is pedestrianly written. I couldn't get past the first couple of chapters.
Just reading this book and I'm loving how the characters are bonding and slowly discovering themselves, coming into their own.
Reading this for my "First Wednesday" book group! I already love it on page ONE because one of the 5 "sisters" is named KATH. :-)
I enjoyed this book. A toast to friends who can get each other through anything. I imagined my Mom as a member of this group as I was growing up in the 60's and 70's with all the craziness going on and still focused on raising a family. This group of women meet at the park where their kids are playing and discover that they all want to write. So they start, supporting and critiquing each others' efforts. These moms find time to write instead of playing bridge or gossiping.
Favorite line: "...it was the writing that mattered. It was through the writing that we were coming to know who we were."
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