I met Teresa Bruce at a book signing. We shared a table at an event that really wasn’t set up to do the dog-and-pony show that’s required to sell books. Because browsers need room to linger. And authors require space to pounce.
We’re like big cats that way.
Most of my week-long Montreat sojourn has been filled with writing. But I’ve caulked the gaps with reading. Teresa’s book The Other Mother: A Rememoir is a long length of dark chocolate I doled out to myself in delectable squares.
Because we women have all had issues with our mothers, at some time or another. Still, we crave the attention, the approval, the example of a mother figure.
Teresa found her other mother in Byrne Miller. It’s too late to meet Byrne, unless one savors her on the pages of Teresa’s book.
But what’s weird about The Other Mother is that I came away from it with a greater understanding of my OWN mother. The compromises she made. The sacrifices of self at the altar of others’ happiness. Her need to be needed, even today.
Whether you’re a mother or a daughter, The Other Mother is a book you’ll enjoy. Follow Pat Conroy’s lead and get your copy of Teresa’s book by heading to the links below:
Amazon Kindle: Click here
Amazon Paper: Click here
Barnes and Noble Paper: Click here
Have you read any good books lately? I’m always asking, because I’m always looking. I met my friend (and reader/commenter in this community) Jill Stevenson for breakfast and shopping in Black Mountain, NC yesterday, and she recommended a book that’s going on my list: Night Film by Marisha Pessl.
Also, while in the Asheville area, I attended a book signing at Malaprops. Francine Prose. Another one that’s going on my list: Lovers at the Chameleon Club: Paris 1932. Ms. Prose was a witty entertainer. I learned a lot in an hour.