It is the Sixties in the Bay Area. Ah, this seems so familiar! As I read along about the five women who meet in the park every Wednesday, with their kiddies, the whole thing feels like it could have happened in my life.
That’s what is wonderfully cozy about this book. The reader feels the connection between the women and gets a little peek into their lives. The first-person narrator is one of the women, so the whole thing feels even more intimate.
But then it changes into something more, as the women begin writing. Then the whole purpose of the meetings is writing and critiquing and finding their own voice as women, as people, in a way that’s different for those times. Yes, they do go to the occasional peaceful protest, but the crux of their time together is about the writing.
But the book veers off again, as each of the women faces some kind of crisis. First, the marriage that’s torn asunder by the husband’s cheating; then the cancer scare that turns into more than a scare. As they each bond together to support each other through the tough times, you see the familiarity again…Women and Sisterhood.
This book felt so real that I couldn’t put it down. I hoped to discover more about their lives, but alas, the final page came anyway. The writer makes us care about the characters, which is what good writing is all about.