Motherhood by Sheila Hett (81)

And here I go into November!  I am a few days late starting to review.  But I have been reading a LOT of Canadian books.

I will start off November with a fiction book. It has nothing to do with the Canadian Book Review challenge.  But it was a GREAT story.  It was another book I found on the new fiction book shelf at my local library.

Motherhood is a wonderful story that treats the decisions of early adulthood with intelligence, wit and originality. Her previous book won international acclaim, and I can certainly see why after reading the book. But this book has just as much international claim for me, and it may be deemed award-winning in time.

Motherhood is a huge step in a woman’s life. It is a time of upheaval and uncertainty. And if a woman is a single parent, it is even a more important and poignant decision. One’s finances would figure into the definition of whether or not to have a child.

The narrator in this story struggles with her decision about whether to have a child. She wants to make a moral and meaningful choice for both herself and her baby. But there is always the question of whether we will make our decision in a timely fashion given the fact that our biological clock is always ticking in the background like a time bomb of sorts.

This book is a compellingly direct mode of communication that straddles the forms of the novel and essay. This book raises essential questions about motherhood, parenthood, and how to live.

Given my background in philosophy and questioning my decisions, I enjoyed this book. I found it to be a treasure-throve of frank and open questioning and gut-wrenching decisions.

I recommend this book to anyone who loves to read a book that is more than the usual idea that, yes, of course, you’re woman, so you should have kids.  Who said?!!


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I am a freelance and academic writer. I am currently writing a book called `Fearless Freelance Writers`. Please look out for it soon on this blog.
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