
So I was in this mood to read writers’ biographies. Women writers, to be more exact. As I was sitting in the children’s section of the library, and my daughter was making a mess of all the toys out there, I grabbed a computer and started to do some research. I filled up five small pieces of paper I had found around (announcing a Halloween movie showing at the library) with titles and when the child was ready to go, we passed through the non-fiction room and picked out two books. One was Pagan Time and the other
Kitchen Privileges. I did not achieve much of what I was expecting with none of these books. Pagan Time is a book about a child who grows up in a commune. The fact that the child becomes a writer at some point in her life is irrelevant for the story (if you don’t consider the aspect that the child-now-writer actually wrote this book). Kitchen Privileges is simply not such a great book.