"A woman not five feet tall, with a grotesque, protruding stomach, was wheeling an old black baby carriage down the street. Two or three small children of various sizes, all pale, with smudgy faces and bare smudgy knees, wobbled along in the shadow of her skirts.
A serene, almost religious smile lit up the woman's face. Her head tilted happily back, like a sparrow egg perched on a duck egg, she smiled into the sun.
I knew the woman well.
It was Dodo Conway.”This is how you write. Can you think of a better description of a woman happily walking down the street with her kids? The connections with birds eggs are excellent. And I love the woman's name Dodo, an extinct flightless bird.
The book brings a fresh social commentary to 1950s life through the point of view of a young woman suffering with mental illness. The struggles are relevant and the story feels timeless. I look forward to rereading this book later.
