Having wanted to read this book for years, never having the time, I finally read, and wish I hadn't. What a disappointment!
I, anxiously, read through the last quarter of the book waiting for her to get the courage, or lose it, and finally do it.
I kept looking for the line, the thought, the event, the action, that would finally give her the clarity to get on with it, to get it over with.
But she doesn't. She doesn't! Joan does. There's nothing moving, inspiring, or frightening about it.
After reading it, I felt like tossing the booking into a fire and myself along with it.
But (ALAS!) I checked the book out from the library... and there is no fire in sight.
