2011 Book Three - The Wednesday Sisters

I've taken to laying in bed when I first wake up and reading (yeah, I should get my ass outta bed and exercise but I've been enjoying reading, instead). During the week, I normally just read a couple f pages when I wake up from insomnia, but on Saturday, I will kill an hour or so to do this. So, whenever I have "woe is me" thoughts because I'm alone; I have to remember that I also have this luxury of being able to splurge on myself in this use of my time.

So, the third book that I've finished is Meg Waite Clayton's novel The Wednesday Sisters. Synopsis:

When five young mothers -- Frankie, Linda, Kath, All, and Brett -- first meet in a neighborhood park in the late 1960s, their conversations center on marriage, raising children, and a shared love of books. Then one evening, as they gather to watch the Miss America Pageant, Linda admits that she aspires to write a novel herself, and the Wednesday Sisters Writing Society is born. The five women slowly, and often reluctantly, start filling journals, sliding pages into typewriters, and sharing their work. In the process, they explore the changing women's movement that challenges everything they believe about themselves. At the same time, the friends carry one another through more personal changes -- ones brought about by infidelity, longing, illness, failure, and success. With one another's support and encouragement, the Wednesday Sisters begin to embrace who they are and what they hope to become, welcoming readers to experience, along with them, the power of dreaming big.

This is a sappy, sweet fast read of a chic book...almost brain candy (you know the kind of reading that is basically empty calories for the brain but still enjoyable). But, enjoyable.

This book reminds me of how important it is to have a group of female friends that can be called on in times of need and celebration and life in general.

As we approach Spring and Summer, I would recommend this book as a nice beach read...something the flip through while dozing in the sun.

I give this a sunny smile and a flick of a tear.