Edwards writes about growing up in a military family, where she learned how to make friends easily in dozens of new schools and neighborhoods around the world and came to appreciate the unstinting help and comfort naval families shared. Edwards' reminiscences of her years as a mother focus on the support she and other parents offered one another, from everyday favors to the ultimate test of her own community's strength: their compassionate response to the death of the Edwards' teenage son. Her descriptions of her husband's campaigns for Senate, president, and vice president offer a fascinating perspective on the groups, great and small, that sustain our democracy. Her fight with breast cancer, which stirred an outpouring of support from women across the country, has once again affirmed Edwards' belief in the power of community to make our lives better and richer.
©2006 Elizabeth Edwards; (P)2006 Books on Tape
"This memoir is disarmingly moving." (Publishers Weekly)
I thought this was going to be more about Edwards' experience with breast cancer but it was more of a tabloid account of the campaign. Edwards' health was just a backdrop and not much "ink" was devoted to it.
Still it does show the consequences of neglecting yearly mammograms.
I bought this book with hopes of understanding something about the Edwards family, in view of his apparent philandering and lying to both his loved ones and his political supporters. A bit voyeuristic?? Yes...no excuses offered. Elizabeth Edward's paints a picture of an immensely caring and attentive husband, who physically and emotionally supports her and their children in every way possible. Hard to believe under the circumstances. Is she the epitome of a political wife, protecting her ambitious spouse, or was he able to deceive her so completely?
Although no one can argue her love and great pain at the death of her 16 year old son, which was told with heartfelt prose. But I both dozed and figeted as I listened to Mrs. Edwards lengthy
thank-you's to myriads of people, from staff, to friends, aquaintences, and finally even people who sent her get-well notes and small gifts. Again, her gratitude was heart felt, but listening to lists of names, both first and last, of countless people was tedious and boring.
I know this may sound harsh, but if you're not a friend of the Edwards family, who will probably be named in this book, save your money.
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