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No one is fonder of Hollandaise and souffles than I am. They had given us hope and maybe that's all there is. And El Pollo Loco, The Colonel and Popeyes can depend on me to keep their local outlets thriving.I recommend this book to President Obama to better understand who supports him: Goldhammer and her ilk, the kind of people who have seized the culture and elected him, and to whom a hen clucking is on par with the dulcet tones of Yo-Yo Ma and Bach and even God. Like you concluded Obama was God.And really, fine, okay.
"I began to think of the chickens as Buddha." "the Tao Te Ching.and really just about everything in there could have been written about a chicken." And the burial of one of her chicken's, "I gave our sister Blackie back to the earth, where her protons would join the joyous dance of whatever-it-is. Goldhammer demonstrate the hilarious absolute truth of that observation. They were still talking to me, singing to me, telling me a story."Yes, on the level, not a joke. They accept no criticism or even input from anyone who is a conservative, Republican, or not a true Bush hating Liberal as attested to by the fact that all products of the MSM must take a cheap shot at Rep.
This of course makes it clear that they do not want to share their 'culture product' with any but true believers. Maybe that's what Yo-Yo Ma gives us, and Bach and Puccini.I had followed the chickens this far and would follow them farther. So wipe away your tears of laughter and regain your composure from a fit of helpless hilarity. How far has this chicken worship gone. Isn't there a quote that goes something like 'People who don't worship God will worship anything.' This book and Ms.
Con. or Bush. But it also means there is no check on your madness. Like Nero or other Roman emperors, eventually you conclude you're God. Is she imitating a chicken or what.Seriously, even from an atheist MFA degree holder from Rhode Island Red, oh excuse me, I mean Rhode Island School of Design, I expected sanity, at a minimum.I completely agree with Elizabeth Gauger's comments that the author is a snobby, spoiled little rich girl who is mostly bragging and boasting about how brilliant she and her daughter are. I realized what the chickens had given us. I have better things to do with my time than to read a book in which some poor Liberal boob gets dumped by her husband and forced to live with the common folk and looses her mind in chicken worship.Let me just add, I have nothing against those who love chickens and raise them.
Look at her picture on the inside back cover. I would only add that by the chicken chapter she was well along in her breakdown brought on by intellectual arrogance coupled with a weak mind and emotional immaturity.That no one at her publisher's seems aware of how pathetic and ridiculous this poor author revealed herself to be must be the result of the sort of blind subjectivity that the Mainstream Media indulges in. Far from it. Well, cluck cluck, Obama, the Chicken God Loves you.
Great story, I loved the book from start to finish and appreciated the story line - the chickens end up being a reason for the author and her daughter to keep on living life, after divorce and displacement. Very entertaining.
The author has a knack for conveying the story of a formerly wild young woman who has already moved through several stages of her life and chronicles one of her transitional stages. I went with the intention of meeting the author, learning what I could about her process of getting published, and eventually reading the book which sounded interesting. Most of the writing is good. I trusted our library director to have made a good choice in her Meet The Author event. Rather badly faulty. This is a memoir. So of course I started at the bottom and read all the 1 to 4 star reviews to see what bothered people.
She lived this life. This was not a novel. Every author borrows from their own life in assorted ways to write fiction, but this was something else. It's very honest and touching.
Catherine Goldhammer spoke for an hour at the library of one of the South Shore towns that may have been where the author taught briefly. And I agree with some of the reviewers who pointed out very specific things that I remember being bothered by, myself. I came to believe, though, that the book was wonderful and the editorial process was faulty. This story, this book, deserved much better. This book embodies the old quote about how "Writing is easy. We've been there or have friends and family who've been there. She did.After listening to the author and later starting to read the book, I began to be a bit uncomfortable. I think women will relate to it similarly to the way we related to Sex and the City.
This is a nonfiction chronicle that moved me to tears and to laughter. You just open a vein and bleed." The deeply personal nature of the story is part of its charm and power.Before I started to write this, I couldn't help but notice that (at the moment) there are 31 reviews, 21 of which are 5 star (as is mine when done). We know the characters. I really loved the book, flaws and all.
I very much wanted to like this book. I live on the South Shore in MA, and knew of all the places about which the author wrote. Even though I share some of the same opinions of each town in which she and her daughter lived, I felt the author's analysis of the towns and her experiences in them were shallow and predictable. I wanted depth and to care - really care - about the characters, but, alas, I never did.
This slim volume tells the story of adjusting to life as a newly-single mother, with the aid of 6 chickens. Her observations about chickens are right on, and as a new chicken mom I can relate to the chaos of raising baby chicks. Catherine Goldhammer's story is not only about chickens; it is also about finding one's inner strength, re-entering the workplace, and becoming independent. though it is mostly about chickens.Anyone who has kept chickens as pets will find this book to be laugh out loud funny. I wonder if this book would be as appealing to a reader who does not have or like chickens - perhaps, but they'd likely miss much of the humor. Highly recommended for chicken keepers.
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