I finished the book I've been reading, Three Women, by Marge Piercy. Phew. I had to sit and cry and cry and I felt a need for stillness. Such, love and struggle and pain. Such choices. My eyes hurt, but it was a worthy book. A good book. At least, I thought so. Not everyone agrees, but it was good for me. It would also be a good book to read and discuss with family. There are end of life issues that could be clarified by reading and discussing it. I feel as if I need to take a little break before I start my next book so this one can digest and settle. (Phew!) I feel a sense of deep grief as if the story had happened to me personally.
I read a hard cover version with a different picture.
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