Given its subtitle—"A Nanny Writes Home"— I opened this book with misgivings. I don't find cute stories about child rearing particularly riveting (unless, of course, they're my own). But "Love, Nina" is enchanting. It's one of the funniest—and oddest—books I've read in a long time.
She advises us to “chunk” our time and work in shorter, concentrated blocks; to check our email less frequently; to take a moment to play...Mostly good suggestions. But like all self-help advice, they don’t measure up against the entrenched forces that are indifferent if not hostile to the emotional well-being of a majority of Americans.
...the book reminds us how rewarding it can be to see a parent outside the context of our own needs. It's that illumination that allows Corrigan to turn what starts as a complaint about her mother into a big thank you.
Here, Senior analyzes how children affect their parents from birth through adolescence, attempting to understand why middle-class millennial parents find this to be a “high-cost/low reward activity."
The author illustrates the complex intergenerational problems that were created by his father’s conduct, including breakdowns and hospitalizations.
There are definitely times when you would reach for a tissue but generally, it is totally predictable and although it might wring a sigh of empathy from you, it gets a tad long-winded at times.
In this winner of the European Book Prize, Leo not only produces a moving family memoir, but also a probing exploration of the human need to believe and belong.
In Mitchell and Yoshida’s translation, he comes across as a thoughtful writer with a lucid simplicity that is both childlike and lyrical. His mind is subtle and ingenious.
...never once does she flinch from the terrible truths with which she has lived and so courageously reveals here. Riveting reading from start to finish.
In “Lost Girls,” Robert Kolker exhaustively investigates the tragedy of five girls who fell victim to the allegedly victimless crime of prostitution. His grim chronicle sounds a warning that the pimp patrolling the street may seem no more of a menace than the invisible murderer...
...this character's story stuck faithfully to real life.
Captivating and astute study.
That Ms. Abbott had her father’s own words to draw upon certainly adds traction to the work. But it is Alysia Abbott’s voice that is the more melodic of the two, the one that draws us in and bids us listen.
The author rather cleverly brings She Left Me the Gun to a conclusion with the suggestion that she can now, at last, let go...
The Mad Hatter's youthful, disheveled appearance makes him resemble a modern hipster, and the pop-up trial scene features a flying pack of cards. A clever and inventive interpretation.
It is, in fact, a model first sentence, one for the ages, and I apologize to it on humanity’s behalf for our having so prodigally abused its conceit in college papers, headlines on the Internet and other venues unbecoming of its excellence.
What compels readers through this narrative is the unlikelihood of Angelou’s hard-won love for her extraordinary mother.
Shocked: My Mother, Schiaparelli, and Me is a brilliant thing, well considered, well wrought, and wonderfully well written.
A sharp portrayal of recovery from a lifetime of pitfalls and the love that held it all together.
It's impossible to hit every aspect of a problem in a single volume, so perhaps Ms. Bazelon will consider pursuing some of her themes in another book. That would be a good place to develop the ideas she strikes only glancingly in her conclusion...