Wishing for Snow is quite a difficult story to read. It is Minrose Gwin's reflection and memories, and research on her mother's life. Her mother, Erin Clayton Pinter was a rare talent. A poet. An interesting and problematic woman.
Her written words are dark, emotional and touching. Raw and rare - as we experience them through her daughter's eyes.
My own emotions are too heightened to separate from the story. Having just spent some time with my own mother, I struggle to imagine finding writings of hers after she is gone (in the very distant future - I can only presume). And as a mother, to a daughter, I think to myself of what my daughter might find of me (in the even more distant future - G-d willing).
I think back to my emotional writings from my college days. The journals that I hold onto, for what? The emotions I experienced during a relationship. You know the one. The one you don't know why you're in and yet you're in it just the same?
Perhaps my daughter will read my blog. See the things I have written about her, our relationship, motherhood, my anxieties, my husband, our family, and so much more.
I am so moved by what I am reading that I am unable to say more. I am also unable to read it as quickly as I had thought. Such a short book. A daughter's reflection of her mother. Only a bit over 200 pages. How easy to read, I said to myself. How that must flow. And it does - but it doesn't. So that is why I am late with my review, and why I am not yet finished with the book. I promise to update once I have completed it, but please bear with me. For this story is a strong one, and a daughter learning more about her mother after she is gone than she knew when she was alive is not one to rapidly tear through. But one to feel completely and fully, with my heart, not just my head.
** I received a copy of this book from TLC Book Tours to facilitate my review. All opinions expressed here are completely my own. I was not compensated in any way for this review.
Just the sort of book that you'd have to be in the right mood to read, you know. Like when I read the autobiography of Zelda Fitzgerald - it sat on my shelf for two years before I could open it, but when I did, i was ready.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like a tough book. I would have to wait until the winter to read it.
ReplyDeleteI just wrote dow the name and author for later too. It does sound like a winter book to me also. Thanks for the suggestion.
ReplyDeleteI'd have to have that one laying around for awhile and would probably need to pick it up and read it in bits and pieces. Sounds tough, good, but tough.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like such a powerful read - I'm glad you're taking your time with it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for being on the tour.