Years and years ago, I don’t remember when, Anita Diamant’s The Red Tent generated a lot of buzz in the lit-fic circles, particularly around book clubs. I picked it up about 8 years ago in a garage sale and then—story of my life—never read it. In my zeal to clean out my shelves, I’ve been forcing myself to stop.going.to.the.library.already and just focus on what is on my shelf. It’s been a rather telling experience, and this book has made me glad for the discipline.
You can read my blog for the full review and a mini-rant on period worship. I’m totally a bad feminist and owning it.