At last, a book about women and their bodies that's not afraid to tell it how it is. First published as a novella, this extended edition reads as two distinct volumes, differing in length, pace and tone. There's little in the way of action, but rather an eclectic mix of journal entries, dream sequences, conversations and reflections, offering a fresh perspective on what it means to be a woman. Fascinating and thought provoking in the extreme.
Going back and forth on everything, I eventually lost track of who or what it was that I was trying to figure out. It all seemed so dumb to me. It had nothing to do with reality, nothing to do with me. Taking sperm from a strange man to have a baby on my own? Yeah, right. Having a baby would only be the beginning. I've got my hands full just trying to keep my own act together. My only sister is in Osaka, stuck working as a hostess well beyond her prime, with no hope of retirement, and a daughter who still needs to be provided for. And I'm not getting any younger. At this stage of the game, I need to plan ahead, for myself and my family. Why add a child to the picture? The idea was absurd, no matter how you slice it. More than impossible. In every way imaginable - I went from excitement to dismay, going back and forth.
