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A review by jesswoodward
Ducks, Newburyport by Lucy Ellmann
3.0
3.5 stars rounded down
I sat for a couple days trying to decide how I felt about this book as a whole. I related immediately with the constant inner monologue of anxieties and children’s needs, a constant litany of the craziness in our country and communities, a barrage of memories, a bemoaning of not being able to remember, but there were also huge chunks that I was like “okay get on with it, what about the lioness?”
Some of the anxieties/repeated complaints annoyed me (not that that is a bad thing), others reminded me of past trauma, and many times I just felt sad that these are things that we as mothers, as Americans, as humans have to think about.
I sat for a couple days trying to decide how I felt about this book as a whole. I related immediately with the constant inner monologue of anxieties and children’s needs, a constant litany of the craziness in our country and communities, a barrage of memories, a bemoaning of not being able to remember, but there were also huge chunks that I was like “okay get on with it, what about the lioness?”
Some of the anxieties/repeated complaints annoyed me (not that that is a bad thing), others reminded me of past trauma, and many times I just felt sad that these are things that we as mothers, as Americans, as humans have to think about.