Catherine Goldhammer

"I did not have a year in Provence or a villa under the Tuscan sun. I did not have a farm in Africa. It turned out that my life was not someone else's book. It was not a picture and it was not still. It was moving, variegated, unpredictable. It was a life, with chickens."
A charming little memoir.

When I got to the end of this book I cried. I was expecting a sort of funny little story about a divorced women and her kid who got chickens as a way of getting through the divorce and move and all. I wasn't expecting a book that would have meaning.

3.5 stars... quick, charming - she would've been annoying if the book were any longer though as I didn't really empathize with most of her eccentricities

A wry memoir of a woman starting over in midlife. Soon after her separation, she realizes that she can no longer afford to live in the affluent suburbs. She purchases some chicks and she moves her daughter, her home to a ramshackle house near the sea.

I usually don't read memoirs, but a friend recommended this and I'm glad she did.