maggie smith writes like a dream. she spins straw into gold, crafting phrases that truly blew me away and made me pick up my own pen again, inspiration spinning around me. this memoir covers divorce and grief, betrayal, gender roles and parenting, writing, and more, and she’s honest about how it’s not a tell-all, but a “tell-mine.” at times, it felt like there was a bit too much being teased at behind the curtain, a bit too much of saying “i’m not going to say that thing!!!” but honestly, with how stunning it all was, i didn’t really mind. 

and also, i can’t stop thinking about how her son asked what letters in your name would hold the best birds nests. (i think, for me, it’s a lowercase e.) 🪺