Sarah Reviews: Rockabye

When Rebecca Woolf's book "Rockabye:From Wild to Child" came out I made a note to get it. I've been a fan of her blog for a while and her column on Babble.com. I also had the pleasure of meeting her at BlogHer last year and I was amazed that she is ten times more beautiful in real life.

I'm not sure why, but when I saw the "Mother Talkers" offer to review her book I didn't take them up on it. I felt like it might be weird to review the autobiography of someone I (kind of) knew. Plus, sometimes great blogging doesn't necessarily translate into "really good at keeping my attention for 288 pages".

In addition, I've been reading Girl's Gone Child ever since someone pointed out that Rebecca and I both wrote posts about raisins in poop on the same day. I felt like I was already pretty familiar with her whole story - cool L.A. party girl, unplanned pregnancy, young mother, happy ending.

But after reading 30 of my favorite bloggers rave reviews of "Rockabye" I went out and bought it. And sure I knew the outline of the story, but I didn't know the whole thing.

I couldn't put the book down. It was riveting. I felt her pain, her fear, her frustration.

I finished the book about two hours ago and I immediately sent Rebecca an e-mail. I pretty much gushed. I think it would even qualify as fan mail.

It was a great story and even better - it was a really well told story. I found comfort in it as a mother who doesn't always parent the way the books say I should, as a mother who doesn't always fit in with the other moms, and as a woman with a body and a life that will never be the same as it was before my kids were born.