Jane Christmas
Autor/a de What the Psychic Told the Pilgrim: A Midlife Misadventure on Spain's Camino de Santiago
Sobre l'autor
Jane Christmas is the author of Incontinent on the Continent, What the Psychic Told the Pilgrim, and The Pelee Project. She lives in England.
Crèdit de la imatge: janechristmas.ca
Obres de Jane Christmas
What the Psychic Told the Pilgrim: A Midlife Misadventure on Spain's Camino de Santiago (2007) 115 exemplars
Incontinent on the Continent: My Mother, Her Walker, and Our Grand Tour of Italy (2009) 92 exemplars
Etiquetat
Coneixement comú
- Gènere
- female
- Nacionalitat
- Canada
- Llocs de residència
- Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
- Agent
- Samantha Haywood (Transatlantic Literary Agency)
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Ressenyes
Llistes
Premis
Potser també t'agrada
Autors associats
Estadístiques
- Obres
- 6
- Membres
- 357
- Popularitat
- #67,136
- Valoració
- 3.4
- Ressenyes
- 13
- ISBN
- 28
- Llengües
- 1
- Preferit
- 1
Well.
I also have some (well one, really) ungrateful snarky child. As, apparently, does the mother in this story.
The author spends the book whining about what a pain it is taking her mother around Italy, how frustrating every thing her mother says and does is, how she wishes over and over again she was alone. She wants to tell her mother things like, “if you’d taken care of yourself when you were younger you wouldn’t be this sick now.” !!!
She complains about almost everything in Italy, whines about the accommodation, the car, the fact that no one speaks English- and then about the blandness of the more modern hotels. The trip is in the off season, and she is surprised to find things are closed. She complains about how shops close during the week, blah blah blah. She wants to sit down with her mother and air her grievances. She doesn’t. Instead she hollers about how she hates her mother’s walker and throws it in places.
Writing style is excellent, but I didn’t find her take funny and in fact started to dislike her heartily.
Listen, if you are 40 and you are still blaming your parents for how you turned out, you need to grow up. To take your disabled mother on a trip for which you have prepared NOTHING and then rant about how life isn’t all lollipops is childish in the extreme.
… (més)