
Slow Love…




There were, (i felt) weird inconsistancies. For instance, because it’s a third person point of view, it was weird to me that the author chose to refer to her father as daddy. Daddy came out to great her. Daddy this, daddy that. It felt very first person. Lots and lots of little things like that annoyed me. So many melodramatic thoughts followed by interactions that, again- I felt, did not line up.
Being half of a reconciled marriage, and knowing the book would head in that direction, I really wanted to identify with it. I wanted to relate but I couldn’t. And while all of these details and instances painted Jack as the selfish husband, Birdie wasn’t any less of a selfish wife. Sure, she’d lost her identity but as her best friend pointed out VERY early on- that had everything to do with her and it wasn’t anyone else’s fault. Yet, she continued to try and convict Jack for that. Her life, her Jack centric life, had been designed by her. She did that. Birdie also chose to see Jack, ignore his feelings, punish him by being complacent. Honestly can not list every way in which this book annoyed me.
Before I get any criticism for not being sympathetic to the wife and mother plight, let me point out that I am a wife and mother. In fact, after only 5 short years of marriage, when we divorced, my world was so wrapped up in my husband that I truly felt stripped of anything real when he left me. I had nothing. No passion, no personality. No nothing. We do that to ourselves. Sure, we can get busy in child raising and meal fixing that we lose sight of things… BUT we choose to ignore, choose to be lazy rather than nurture ourselves… We choose. It doesn’t have to be that way…
So yeah… curious to hear your thoughts…

