One evening in late June a group of women friends get together at Louise's house. Natalie brings the red wine, Tamara some gluten-free delight as well as her fully charged mobile (her husband still can't seem to get two children to bed without calling her at least 6 times). Fiona will haul out her aromatherapy kit and they can count on Lou to bring along at least a kilo of chocolate. It is a regular reunion for eight very different women, with very different lives, secrets and fantasies. The only unifying factor? They are all mothers. Be warned, you will recognise yourself and your friends within these pages. These are real conversations with real women, and they are conversations we've all about our weight, our fantasies - sexual and otherwise, those school lunchboxes, mother's guilt, our partners, the endless struggle to balance work, housework, family and sanity, and the seemingly impossible task of deciding what to feed the family every single night of the goddamn week. In the tradition of I Don't Know How She Does It , with just a hint of The Bride Stripped Bare , this is a book about the tenuous nature of mothering, the beauty and complexity of friendships, and the way in which women support - and judge - one another. It is a revealing look at where women go as mothers, and at just how far it is possible to go without quite going insane.
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Weiberabend : Roman.
von Joanne Fedler
One evening in late June a group of women friends get together at Louise's house. Natalie brings the red wine, Tamara some gluten-free delight as well as her fully charged mobile (her husband still can't seem to get two children to bed without calling her at least 6 times). Fiona will haul out her aromatherapy kit and they can count on Lou to bring along at least a kilo of chocolate. It is a regular reunion for eight very different women, with very different lives, secrets and fantasies. The only unifying factor? They are all mothers. Be warned, you will recognise yourself and your friends within these pages. These are real conversations with real women, and they are conversations we've all about our weight, our fantasies - sexual and otherwise, those school lunchboxes, mother's guilt, our partners, the endless struggle to balance work, housework, family and sanity, and the seemingly impossible task of deciding what to feed the family every single night of the goddamn week. In the tradition of I Don't Know How She Does It , with just a hint of The Bride Stripped Bare , this is a book about the tenuous nature of mothering, the beauty and complexity of friendships, and the way in which women support - and judge - one another. It is a revealing look at where women go as mothers, and at just how far it is possible to go without quite going insane.
Aktuelle Rezensionen(1)
Rezension von AnnaAcht Frustrierte (stereotype) Vollzeitmütter - die sich selbst bemitleiden, sich beschweren, lästern und sich untereinander eigentlich nicht wirklich mögen, treffen sich zu einem „Weiberabend“ um mal von Alltag abzuschalten. Im ganzen Buch ging es nur ums Gejammer über die Kinder, deren Erziehung und schlechten Ehemänner. Aus dem Buch:“ Die Zeit ist gekommen, der Welt die Wahrheit zu sagen. Nämlich dass jemand, der selbst keine Kinder hat, nicht mal ansatzweise erahnen kann, wie schwer es ist, Mutter zu sein.“ Da ich kinderlos bin (und laut der Autoren nur ein halber Mensch), hat mir das Buch nichts geben können – es hat mich eher erschreckt und den Wunsch nach Kindern getrübt. Somit kann ich das Buch keinem kinderlosen Leser empfehlen. Es war außerdem ziemlich langatmig, handlungslos und größtenteils sehr langweilig. Den 2. Teil werde ich nicht lesen.