Eat, Read, and Be Mommy

I received a complimentary copy of Paula Knight’s The Facts of Life well over two years ago.  The thing is, I read it then, too–in March of 2017.  I’d gone to Idaho for a week because my kids and my brother’s kids (who live there) shared the same week of spring break that year, and I finished it while I was there.  Instead of bringing it home and reviewing it, however, I lent it to my sister, who moved shortly thereafter; that complimentary copy is at her new house, somewhere, and I’ve been putting off reviewing it ever since, because I don’t love doing it without a copy of the book at hand.

Today, however, is the day (and please forgive me for the lack of detail, given the lapse in time involved).  I so appreciated Penn State University Press for the chance to read Knight’s memoir; I’m actually a big fan of the whole idea of the Graphic Medicine Series.  What better way to make stories accessible to readers who aren’t feeling 250 pages of text but need to know they aren’t alone, or want to learn more about the struggles others are facing?  I’ve never struggled with true infertility, but I spent a few years of my life desperately wanting to begin our family while knowing that we weren’t in a stable enough place to do so.  My sister and sisters-in-law were having children all around me–I once called my 50+ widowed aunt and told her that I needed to talk to someone that I knew wasn’t pregnant–and I watched them and listened to them and ached.  (And occasionally cried.)

Paula Knight’s experiences, however, didn’t mirror mine.  Her youth in the 1970s gave her a different kind of curiosity.  As for her attempts at motherhood, well–miscarriage is its own kind of pain, and (unlike my mother) I don’t have a great deal of experience with it; I just hurt for her.  Most significantly, her post-miscarriage conclusions and decisions were wholly different than anything I’ve ever spent time thinking about.  All in all, it was an interesting memoir–and a poignant one–but not one I related to as much as I thought I might.  (It’s also quite graphic–appropriately so, given the subject, but I felt like I needed to be careful with it around my young children.)  This is an empathy building, worthwhile reading experience, though.  If you try it, let me know what you think!