Eleanor Henderson

So I'm six months pregnant and getting tired of reading blah prose about pregnancy and birth. I was really excited to find a book of essays about childbirth by great writers. Finally! A pregnancy book the English major in me can sink her teeth into (really the English major in me should say, "into which she can sink her teeth").

Now, I liked this book for the quality of the writing, but I'm going to say that I sort of regret reading it. If you're a pregnant lady trying to prepare for an unmedicated home birth (as I am), this is not the book for you. Many of the stories are horrifying. My last midwife appointment was full of me relating stories from this book and Shari assuring me, "That's very rare." It's almost impossible to shelter yourself from negative birth stories nowadays, but you certainly don't have to read this book and freak yourself out. So many of the stories start with some version of, "I really wanted to have an unmedicated birth," and end with epidurals, c-sections, and various traumas. Even though Ina May Gaskin's books are hardly poetry, they are meant to get to you to a place where you believe you can have an awesome birth.

To be fair, I know that these stories are all true and they are not all scary. Still, if you were about to take your first trip on an airplane, would you want to read a bunch of stories describing traumatic airplane trips that didn't go as planned? Probably not. Better to read it after safely landing at your destination.

I may alter my three-star rating after giving birth. There are some really great essays in here. I particularly liked Cheryl Strayed's, Gina Zucker's and Susan Burton's, but they are all worthwhile.… (altro)

I struggled with this book. I'd say it was my least enjoyable read of 2014. In fact, there's very little I liked about it. The main reason for this is probably due to my having limited knowledge of New York, in the 80s or at any other time, or punk culture, or straight edge (which I'd never heard of) so much of it was lost on me to begin with. But I got to the end of the book, albeit by skim-reading much of it.

As others have said, there is an awful lot going on. It is as though the author had a list of 'things that went on in 80s New York' and decided that all of them had to go into this story. It led to a confusing plot that went in many directions all at once, and I lost what the main gist of the story was. There were too many characters to follow. Sadly, I didn't find myself liking or caring about any of them. I also got bored with the narration, which often came in large chunks that didn't really add much to the story (hence the skim-reading).

I didn't really realise what the main theme of the book was before I started reading (I felt the blurb on the cover was misleading) or I doubt I would have read it. But it did give me an insight into a time period that I was unaware of before so it isn't all negative.
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