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How to be an American Housewife...

Just finished reading Margaret Dilloway's How to Be an American Housewife. Wow. What a read. Couldn't put it down. About a Japanese bride and her military husband. Shoko tries hard, harder than anyone I ever knew, to be the perfect wife and mother in her new country. More often than not she believes she has failed. You'll learn through her trials and tribulations that this is not so. She succeeds very well as a woman who loves her husband and children more than life itself. Even when her spirit is tested as she faces death.

Great characters and beautiful writing, the first novel by Margaret Dilloway.

I'm not giving away any more of the story.

It touched my heart and soul and these characters are still ambling around in my mind several days after I put the book down.

Here's to a new year of great books, great writing, and most of all good health to us all.

Blessings, Barb

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  1. looks like I just added a book to my must reads:) Thanks Barb!

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  2. How ironic! I am in the middle of reading a similar book but from the prospective of a Vietnamese immigrant child, Stealing Buddha's Dinner by Bich Minh Nguyen. Yes, the characters too do amble in the mind.

    At first I was not too enthusiastic... Chapters called Pringles and Toll House Cookies.

    But then through the eyes of a child like a housewife America is such a complex of cultures...how to cut meat with a fork and knife when all you know is chopsticks.

    Such a pleasure to find a kindred link through books.

    May the New Year bring you many peaceful moments of memories and lives of other cultures and thus in our own everyday lives we may find the increase in peaceful moments in whole world increase.

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  3. What better way to start the new year than with a great book recommendation. Thank you, and Happy New Year!

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  4. Sounds like a good book! I hope you have a blessed New Year!

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  5. Sounds good. I'll have to get it. Thanks for sharing.

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