I picked this up thinking the book would explore anger and gender, a theme I’ve become very interested in since my experiences with infertility. I was pleasantly surprised to find the focus of the memoir to be anger and family-of-origin. I devoured the book, enjoyed her writing, and am keen for my husband to read it immediately. Anger can be a valid, productive emotion, when experienced in the present.
Triggers: pregnancy, miscarriage (which are both handled *very* kindly in the book, and most infertiles will relate to her fear-filled experiences.)