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A review by carlyreads77
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-Four Variations on Voice by Terry Tempest Williams
reflective
slow-paced
3.25
I wanted to love it. Originally wasn't going to finish this one, but I trudged on. There were certain passages that struck me, but the book as a whole felt disjointed. I wanted her thoughts to meld together more than they did. It sort of felt like I was reading two books at once, but the pages were mixed together in a random order.
That said, you will be blessed with incredible parcels of bad-assery if you read it. This paragraph made me want to cheer:
I knelt at the confessional. No one was behind the velvet red curtain or between the perforated wall, but I wanted to feel this posture. Something new. My body settled into my knees. I leaned my cheek against where the ear of the priest would be.
"Why would I tell you anything?" I whispered.
That said, you will be blessed with incredible parcels of bad-assery if you read it. This paragraph made me want to cheer:
I knelt at the confessional. No one was behind the velvet red curtain or between the perforated wall, but I wanted to feel this posture. Something new. My body settled into my knees. I leaned my cheek against where the ear of the priest would be.
"Why would I tell you anything?" I whispered.