A friend emailed me to tell me that someone reviewed our books over the weekend and hates us. Obvious I went and looked straightaway and this is what I saw.
Quite possibly the worst book on mothering. Ever., August 31, 2008
Compulsive Reader (New York, New York) – See all my reviewsAn unbelievably depressing and simplistic memoir of sorts by a woman who evidently finds her ineptitude as a mother hilarious, this book manages to make babies sound like a cross between cancer and the IRS. The constant references to drug use are sickening, and her aversion to natural processes disturbing. Note to the author: motherhood can be a blast, and not just because of the hormones.
I have to say that I don’t mind bad reviews if they are at least thoughtful but a lot of the bad reviews my book garners are from people who are vehemently opposed to me as an author and anything I have to say. Do these people think I’m home abusing my children? Does every book about babies have to be all cupcakes and roses? Can’t we have a little fun sometimes? Why are so many people so earnest that they have reactions like this woman? I wish she was alone in this thinking but judging from the numerous 1 star reviews, she’s got company.
I don’t feel that I come off as a person who doesn’t love my child in Sippy Cups. On the contrary, I strive to be the best mom I can be and as a result end up feeling tons of “not measuring up” guilt and worry. I am brimming over the top with love for Elby (who Sippy Cups was about). My heart hurts when I think about how mad I am for her and how proud and happy I am to be her mama. I watch her sleep. I enjoy her company. I absolutely love to answer her questions like “Why are there trucks and cars too?” “Why is purple your favorite color?” When Jon and I go out to eat we’re those annoying people who just can’t stop talking about the new things our children did that day and how ridiculously hopelessly helplessly head-over-heels in love with them we are. But, DUH! That’s not what the book is about. The book is meant to bring us together in that the first year or so is mindblowing and overwhelming that it can be tough to enjoy it – CONSTANTLY. Why are people so opposed to hearing that? Anyone have an idea?