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Eight Women on a Journey That Will Change Their Lives as Lovers, Wives, Mothers, Daughters, Friends

Just after midnight in a small town in Wisconsin, eight women begin walking together down a rural highway. Career women, housewives, mothers, divorcées, and one ex–prom queen, they are close friends who have been meeting every Thursday night for years, sharing food, wine, and their deepest secrets. But on this particular Thursday, Susan, Alice, ...

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Eight Women on a Journey That Will Change Their Lives as Lovers, Wives, Mothers, Daughters, Friends

Just after midnight in a small town in Wisconsin, eight women begin walking together down a rural highway. Career women, housewives, mothers, divorcées, and one ex–prom queen, they are close friends who have been meeting every Thursday night for years, sharing food, wine, and their deepest secrets. But on this particular Thursday, Susan, Alice, Chris, Sandy, Gail, Mary, Joanne, and Janice decide to disappear from their own lives.

Their spontaneous pilgrimage attracts national attention and inspires other women from all across the country. As the miles fall away and the women forge ahead on their backroads odyssey—leaving small miracles in their wake—each of their histories unfolds, tales of shattered dreams and unexpected renewal, of thwarted love affairs and precious second chances.In luminous, heartwarming prose, Kris Radish deftly interweaves the women’s intimate confessions into the story of their brave, history-making walk.

A breathtaking achievement, The Elegant Gathering of White Snows tells an incomparable tale of friendship and love, loss and liberation.

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Late one night in a small Wisconsin town, eight women after a get-together begin a spontaneous pilgrimage, not telling anyone why they are on this journey. Kris Radish's THE ELEGANT GATHERING OF WHITE SNOWS (Bantam. 2003. ISBN 0-553-38241-1. pap. $11) is a story of friendship and empowerment as each woman's personal history is revealed, alternately through the narrative of their walk, excerpts from newspaper articles, and their effect on the lives of those they encounter. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553382419
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/10/2003
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 624
  • Sales rank: 258,243
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 8.25 (h) x 0.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Kris Radish
Kris Radish is the author of seven books. Her Bantam novels, The Elegant Gathering of White Snows, Dancing Naked at the Edge of Dawn, Annie Freeman’s Fabulous Traveling Funeral, The Sunday List of Dreams, and Searching for Paradise in Parker, PA, have been on bestseller and Book Sense 76 Selection lists.

She travels frequently throughout the country speaking about women’s issues, the value of female friendships, and the importance of personal empowerment, as well as the necessity for laughter, a terrific glass of wine, lying quietly in the summer grass, embracing kindness, following the path in your own heart and no one else’s, and having fun at almost all costs.

Kris lives in Wisconsin with her partner. She is joined occasionally by a college-age son and daughter—who appear when it’s time to wash clothes or eat a regular meal—and is happily cruising through life on her Yamaha 1200 Classic VStar, her Trek bicycle, a treadmill, a pair of orange-laced walking shoes, and with gallons of calcium and about a hundred notebooks for her novel, short-story, poetry, and journalism ideas.

She is also working on her sixth novel, The Shortest Distance Between Two Women, which Bantam will publish in 2009.

Biography

Nationally syndicated columnist Kris Radish has taken a somewhat winding road to her current status as bestselling feminist novelist, although a strong love of fiction has been in her blood since childhood. "I fell in love with words when I was a little girl (and yes I was short once) and discovered the joy of reading and hanging out with Nancy Drew," she explains on her web site. "By the beginning of eighth grade I had read every book in St. Joseph's Grade School library and knew I was going to be a writer."

Radish did not start out writing the kinds of tales she loved as a girl. She began in the more practical realm of journalism, which lead her to write her first book. Run, Bambi, Run is the true story of Laurie Bombenek, an ex-cop/ex-Playboy bunny who was sentenced to life in prison for murder. Bombenek's fascinating story—which included a daring prison break and her subsequent recapture—was adapted into an equally riveting and critically acclaimed true-crime book by Radish.

Now with her first taste of the publishing world, Radish began work on her second book. The Birth Order Effect was quite different from her debut and miles away from the fiction she would eventually pen. Instead, it is a serious but lively discussion of birth-order and how it affects human psychology and development. Ultimately, The Birth Order Effect would take ten years to see publication, putting Radish's publishing career on hold for that length of time. By the time it finally hit bookstore shelves in 2002, Radish had shifted gears again and would never suffer such a hiatus again. The same year that The Birth Order Effect saw publication, Radish published her breakthrough work of fiction The Elegant Gathering of White Snows, the mysterious, hypnotic story of eight Wisconsin women who embark upon a pilgrimage. As they travel, each woman's story is revealed and the bonds between them strengthen. The Elegant Gathering of White Snows established Radish as an important new voice in feminist fiction and there would be no turning back from there.

Dancing Naked at the Edge of Dawn, the story of a wife and mother who sets upon her own journey toward self-actualization after finding her husband in bed with another woman, followed. Next up was Annie Freeman's Fabulous Traveling Funeral, another road novel in the vein of The Elegant Gathering of White Snows. By this point, Radish had gathered quite a following of devoted readers, all of her novels having found their ways onto bestseller lists throughout the United States. The Sunday List of Dreams, her next effort, was no different. It is a funny, moving, sometimes ribald tale of a woman who reconnects with her estranged daughter, who now runs a successful sex shop in New York City.

After the somewhat tentative journey toward her current success, Radish promises that she has many more stories to tell. "I write full-time because I never, not once, let go of the dream I had to do this," she says. "To put all my manic words into sentences and then string the sentences into paragraphs so that they could become chapters and then a book."

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Even though Radish is enjoying tremendous success as a novelist, she still writes "two nationally syndicated columns each week—for DBR Media, Inc. and a regionally syndicated column in southeastern Wisconsin for Community Newspapers," as she explains on her web site.

Along with her many literary and journalistic accomplishments, Radish is an accomplished motorcycle rider.

While getting her career in journalism started, Radish worked a huge number of odd jobs. By her own account, she worked as a "professional Girl Scout, waitress, bartender, journalist, bureau chief, columnist, window washer, factory worker, bowling alley attendant and once, honest, I crawled on my belly through a Utah mountain field to harvest night crawlers."

Some fun and fascinating outtakes from our interview with Radish:

"I've skied with Robert Redford, been shot at while flying over Bosnia, almost drowned in a flash flood in the middle of a desert, worked undercover, interviewed murderers, and covered a national disaster that buried a town."

"Once I really did crawl through a mountain field to pick night crawlers for extra money…actually it was more than once."

"When I was a working journalist someone was stalking me for a very long period of time. It was terrifying. To end it, I worked with the local police and I still have tape recordings of this person's voice."

"I answer all my own emails—which often takes hours but I do this because I have such a fabulous group of readers and if they honor me with a note—with their own stories—with something from their heart…well, I have to answer them. I just have to."

"Here are some of the things I love to do: Yoga and biking and I have recently rediscovered my passion for golf—honest—watch for the Kris Radish Open. I swim, and following a severe back injury am living with a ruptured L-5 but am kicking it in the rear end by working out at least five days a week and have recently—well, over the past five months—lost almost 20 pounds."

"I love to hike and often get some great inspiration when I am out hiking with my notebook. I adore the sounds of the outdoors and would live outside if I could—sleep with the window open year round."

"Three years ago I got my motorcycle license and after two years on a put-put bought a new Yamaha. Hope to put some more miles on it in between deadlines and books and kids and hitting the golf ball and…"

"Laughter is the key to everything. I love to laugh and drink wine and walk in the rain and I find kindness and intelligence two of the most attractive traits on earth."

"I need a glass of wine now—maybe two."

"Read Radish and live your list of dreams—just go for it, baby."

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    1. Hometown:
      Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
    1. Date of Birth:
      September 18, 1953
    2. Place of Birth:
      Milwaukee, Wisconsin
    1. Education:
      B.A., University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, 1975
    2. Website:

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Chapter One


Just a glass. Balanced for a moment as brief as a breath. Like a confused dancer undecided about a direction here on the edge of the ancient yellow Formica counter. A speck of light filters through the crystal etchings on this last, best glass, one of three remaining after years and years of life following the goddamned wedding.

Susan watches the glass, her hand stretched out in a flat welcome, her stomach moving in waves as the glass falls and Susan, always anticipating the next movement of everything, moves with it.

"Shit!" She screams as the glass punches through the soft skin in the folds of her fingers. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" The blood gushes, covering the spot where she used to wear a ring and then down onto wrists that are as thin as the stem of the broken glass. Before a drop of blood hits the floor, before Susan can raise her hand, before a thought can form, the women come running.

There is a concert of unrehearsed movement on the kitchen floor. Alice runs for the dishcloth; Chris is on the floor cradling Susan in her arms; Sandy is looking to make certain the good bottle of wine has not spilled. Joanne and Janice are crouched like frogs close by, their hands dangling between their legs; Gail guards the small door between the kitchen and the living room, and Mary is poised to grab more towels and maybe, if the cuts are deep enough, those big bandages she knows Susan keeps on the shelf behind the kitchen sink.

"Is it deep?" Chris asks, extending her fingers around the tiny bloody wrist where a red-colored stream begins moving over her own fingers.

Everyone waits. There is a silence that reaches toward Susan, who answers by pushing herself into Chris's chest, bending her head so she can lie against her friend. Then there is the unspoken gesture of Alice slipping the stained dishcloth into Chris's free hand, and Chris placing it around the bloody wrist once and then twice like she is wrapping a holiday gift.

"Hey," Susan stutters, a whimper visibly rising from her stomach through her chest and toward any opening it can find. "I'm fucking pregnant, fucking, fucking pregnant."

There it is, suddenly as plain as the long splinters of glass. Forget the blood, forget the crystal glass, forget every damn thing. Everyone moves closer, except Sandy who reaches for the bottle of wine, grabs the plastic cups off the side of the table and then sets them down in a circle around the bottle of wine.

"Oh honey," Alice says, reaching without thinking to run her fingers, already bent with arthritis, into the edges of Susan's incredibly short hair. "It's okay, sweetie, we're here now, we're here."

Susan weeps into Chris as if she is a giant Kleenex and although Chris has never rocked her own babies, she rocks Susan. Back and forth, back and forth, while the other women slide closer, reaching first for a glass of wine until the eight women are touching, breathing, drinking, sitting in a mass that has quickly surrounded Susan and Chris.

"How pregnant?" asks Gail.

"Just barely," whispers Susan. "I found out yesterday."

"I take it this isn't the best news you ever had?" Chris already knows the answer. "Oh, you poor, poor girl."

Everyone knows right away. They know without Susan saying a thing, without looking into anyone else's eyes, without a single movement in the room. Susan knows they know. These women have seen the lining of her soul, the secrets of her heart, the insides of her mistakes and faults. When they walked into her house thirty minutes ago under the pretense of one of their charmed female gatherings and saw the circles under her darting eyes, saw her hair matted to one side, saw the newspapers stacked on the living room table, saw only one car in the driveway, they knew.

"It's not John's baby. Oh Christ, it's not John's baby."

While it is impossible for the women to sit any closer to each other, they quickly try, tucking under legs, clasping their plastic cups, scooting sideways, brushing shoulders and pushing their rear ends just another inch closer to Susan and Chris.

"Does John know?" Mary asks quietly, knowing already that the one thing John is ever in and out of is a hell of a lot of trouble, and definitely not a wife he most likely hasn't had sex with in twenty years.

"I don't even know where John is," Susan answers. "A clinic in Milwaukee knows, but that's it. John hasn't been here for a long time. He's gone, he's always gone, he's always been gone."

Now there are a thousand things to say and the women are restless, tapping the plastic cups with nervous fingers, holding back questions, wanting to skip over the obvious and find a solution, solve a problem, help their friend, a woman they love. But they wait, because they know this has to happen slowly, and they want it to be perfect and right and cautious, just a little bit cautious, because Susan has never been like this, and it's important, so important.

"Let's pull the glass out of that hand before we go any further," Alice says. "Here, just open your fingers, and let me clean this up."

Alice, with her bent fingers, is the one who knows about babies born and unborn, alive and dead, and when she touches Susan, picking the little shards of glass out one at a time and dropping them into Janice's outstretched hand, she tries hard to think only of that. "There now. We'll just put a few Band-Aids on those fingers, and I think you'll be fine."

The Band-Aids are passed over, more wine is poured, and Sandy and Mary quickly pick up the remains of the glass and drop the pieces onto the shelf where Susan keeps her recipe boxes and cookbooks.

Susan shifts, turning to face the women who surround her, but Chris won't let go of her and pushes in her legs to hold the tiny woman against the full frame of her body. The women talk then, the same easy conversation they might have had in the living room, without a broken glass, where Susan would have eventually told them in greater detail about the boyfriend who has been standing in the wings for years, more--always more--about John, the missing husband, about the risks of a baby when you are past forty and tired and angry and sad and don't want any more babies anyway.

Another bottle of wine comes off the top of the counter, and this sad circle of friends becomes lost in remembering and talking and simply being there together on Susan's kitchen floor. An hour passes, and the voices rise and fall and rise and fall like a wave moving from one wall to the next and then back again.

The women talk about abortion, and they talk about what bastards half of the men they have married and loved and slept with are and always will be. There is a chorus of sorrow that floats from one woman to the next, and these women who have spent time together for years and shared their loves and who have talked about lust and hate and crime and passion don't see that the early evening has passed, and that there is a half moon rising outside of the high kitchen window.

They talk with great sincerity and kindness about helping Susan and driving her to the clinic and helping her to get that damn attorney to file the divorce papers and getting off the fence with the jackass she's been screwing for twelve years. The women talk about these things mostly without anger, but that rises from them too, in an unseen layer of life's tragedies and sorrows that always seems to hover close.

As the women talk, they don't see themselves as separate entities even though they are each as different from one another as the proverbial fish is to the bicycle. They are grandmothers and career women, housewives, a secretary. They are divorced, married, grieving, wildly happy, conservative, liberal and a combination of every sad tale in the universe. But those differences are overshadowed by the fact that they are all women and friends, and because they have shared their secrets and because now they are lying on the floor in Susan's kitchen and they have made the world stand still.

When their words begin to slide into each other after the fourth bottle of wine, Sandy decides they must eat. No one rises from the floor though, and the time or the place doesn't seem to matter. It becomes clear first to one and then to the next that they matter, just them, and nothing else matters for these hours, not another person or thing or problem.

"Well," Sandy finally says, "I'm just thinking, 'Thank God that Susan threw that glass on the floor.' I haven't done anything like this since the last time I got stoned in college."

"Oh, Sandy," laughs Chris, leaning back to shift her weight, "the last time you got stoned was probably this afternoon. Isn't this the day that kid drives through from Madison?"

No one looks shocked or stunned, especially because it is Sandy who has always had a hard time remembering it is no longer 1968, and they are once again and always talking about the unspeakable, about what really happens in a life, about what really matters most. There is shifting, the flush of a toilet, bowls of red Jell-O and a tuna salad, and chips and salsa, and whatever else Sandy can reach by crawling to the refrigerator and then shoving the plastic containers across the ten feet of space from the open fridge door to the pile of women on the floor.

Something else is happening during the sharing of food. There is the flow of erotic energy that has the scent of people in love in those first months when there are hours of talk and always a communication with bodies and eyes. Women especially know about this phenomenon. Women who cling to each other and who flock to female friends and say everything and anything with such ease it is often embarrassing to watch. It is like the magic moment of discovery when something finally makes sense, when someone finally says the right thing, when the pieces of life finally flow in the correct line. It is bright and sexual and the release of a thousand demons when a simple idea begins to grow until nothing can stop it, and then something that just an hour ago was unbelievable and unthinkable makes perfect sense.

Chris gets the idea first, and it comes to her just as quick as every other wonderful thought that has helped her escape death a hundred times and tackle life in every conceivable fashion. The idea is hers because she has missed this the most, this love affair women can have with each other. These hours where women talk and hold each other and pass on whatever bits of courage they need to get on with it; the times when they can become emotionally naked and turn themselves inside out and continue to love what they see anyway; and a moment just now, when you can tell someone you are pregnant and don't want the baby and hate your life and your husband and the man who made this baby with you and "could you please, right now, tell me what in the hell I am going to do about this mess of my life?"

The others, often sidetracked by the very things that they now discuss, have missed it too. It has come to them sporadically in their lives, and not often enough because there is never enough time. Luckily, during these last months these women together have become an electric charge. There is a current of life running among them, and somehow a spark of magic has risen up and the women have become powerful and invincible and now they can do anything they want.

"What time is it?" Chris begins, and the question startles everyone because they don't care what time it is and they think with great joy that they may never care again.

"Geez," Janice says, rolling over on top of a pile of potato chips, "it's probably late, but screw it, let's just stay up all night and have a slumber party."

Mary rolls toward her with outstretched arms. "Let's make it a party that lasts ten years, and we'll just live on the floor and eat and drink and talk and never let anyone else in the house."

"Oh God," remembers Joanne, moaning as if she has just had an incredibly personal physical experience. "Once when I was living in Chicago, I did that for three days but it wasn't with a room full of middle-aged women."

Everybody smiles and Chris knows that her simple question, like the broken glass, has changed everything. She smiles. "Quick, tell me something you have always wanted to do but never did, everybody think of something, just tell us all whatever pops into your mind."

Everyone begins dreaming. The women slide around on the floor, roll their eyes, and their thoughts come to a mutual conclusion. In unison they dream of leaving. Simply walking out the door and moving on from something or someone. The magic of friendship has spoken to each one of them so they are dreaming the same dream.

Chris says what will happen next is just for them and absolutely no one else. "No one," she emphasizes with a half scream, because she has done this in her life a thousand times and she knows that to do it, even once, is necessary for survival, for change, for forgetting and moving on. To do it together would be a miraculous occurrence.

"We could do it, you know," she tells them, becoming the teacher they are waiting for. "None of us have babies, hell, half of us don't even have a uterus anymore. Imagine it, just imagine it and don't think about anyone else but yourself. That's the secret here."

The women are thinking and Chris urges them on. She reminds them of the months and months they have tried to talk away everything from menopause to rape. She tells them that sometimes a simple movement, a simple act, can be more therapeutic than a million meetings around a living room coffee table listening to old records from the '60s and drinking wine that isn't quite as good as you'd like it to be.

"Are you trying to convince yourself too?" Sandy asks her, leaning across a set of legs to bring herself closer to Chris. "Where are your demons, dear friend? You've been everywhere and done everything. We have to be in this together."

Chris is the only one who has never cried during all these months of meetings and shared secrets, and when Sandy sees that her question has made Chris weep, she is momentarily startled. When she reaches beyond Susan to wipe Chris's cheek, she doesn't say anything else but waits. Everyone waits.

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Reading Group Guide

1. What is the source of healing among the Elegant Gathering women? Why is it so essential for them to gather without men present? What are some of the distinctions you perceive between all-male gatherings and all-female ones?

2. Why do you suppose the eight women chose to take a walk—an active, visible pursuit—rather than go on retreat? Where would you go if you decided to embark on a spontaneous pilgrimage

3. The primary source of Alice’s sorrow is the death of her newborn daughter, who was born with “a hole in her heart.” What prevents Alice from fully coping with the subsequent emptiness in her own heart?

4. Does J.J.’s experience represent a shift in attitudes regarding sexual violence against women? Do you think J.J. would have fared better in one of today’s high schools?

5. What does Chris’s career crisis illustrate about the contradictions experienced by women who joined the ranks of wage earners during the 1970s?

6. Sandy’s story illustrates the bliss of love and the bitter pain of loss. Besides introducing her to Lenny, what gifts does this walk bring to Sandy?

7. Gail carries the emotional scars of her father’s sudden departure when she was a little girl. When her mother rejects Gail’s beloved brother, Gail has to redefine family to fit the fragile bonds left to her. In what way does this situation shape her own future as a woman?

8. Susan, whose shattered glass opens the novel, faces numerous other shattering experiences in the form of a terrible marriage and, ultimately, the decision of whether to terminate her pregnancy. How would you have put the pieces together again had you been in her situation?

9. Mary’s feelings of obligation keep her from completing the walk with the others, but she plays an important role as their liaison with the outside world. How would you characterize her role? Do you consider it to be uplifting, bittersweet, sad?

10. What universal lessons can be gained from the way Janice confronts her depression? To what do you attribute her survival?

11. Do you believe that behavioral differences between genders are due to nature or nurture? What are the causes of sexism, against men as well as women? Discuss solutions—both realistic ones and long shots—for resolving the kinds of emotional pain brought to light by The Elegant Gathering of White Snows.

12. If you had walked with the Elegant Gathering women, what burdens from your life would you have wanted to relinquish?

13. Gail makes a poignant fireside observation: “You know, we are the only ones who have been looking for ourselves.” Is this process of self-discovery ultimately a solitary one?

14. Gail makes a poignant fireside observation: “You know, we are the only ones who have been looking for ourselves.” Is this process of self-discovery ultimately a solitary one?

15. The novel is sprinkled with news releases about the Women Walkers’ activities. Try composing your own news release describing a liberating activity you sometimes imagine undertaking.

16. What new definitions of sexuality and love did you gain from the novel?

17. Many additional characters are introduced through the Women Walker Effect. Which of these stories was most memorable for you? In what way do the media, and storytelling in general, sustain women worldwide?

18. Did you experience the Women Walker Effect while reading the novel? If so, what are some of the new directions you will embark on as a result?

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  • Posted April 22, 2011

    How many times have you just wanted to keep walking...

    For any woman who has ever just wanted to walk out the door and not come back...or wanted to just keep driving past the city limits sign...for any who have just been FED UP with the system, their lives...

    I think that Kris Radish gives us memorable scenerios, strong women, and a touch of fantasy-that-could-be reality...if you crossed your fingers and whistled in the dark...

    I have enjoyed all of her books and look forward to the one or two that I have yet to read.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2010

    Excellent!

    Another great Chris Radish book! Well written for women of all ages. It is a wonderful example of the caring bond we (women) have that keeps us together. Renews my faith in all women that we all go through a lot of "stuff" and no one ever talks about it. I am making all my good friends read it and then we will go on a long walk! LOVED IT!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2006

    I Get IT!

    You either 'get' this book, or you don't! I get it! It is fabulous. I recommended it to my friends and I know that it has been a favorite of several book clubs in the area. I have read all Radish fiction books and think they are all great! I look forward to her next novel due out Jan. 2007

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 24, 2006

    It feels like two people wrote this book

    This book alternates between beautifully-written stories of life, love, and loss and what feels like sappy, saccharine-coated slop. Too many underdeveloped characters not only make the narrative hard to follow, but kept me from ever really caring about any of these women. The leaps from women walking to the 'miracles' that ripple from them are just too ridiculous to be believed (as someone pointed out, the cop suddenly seized with a desire to see his mother is just thrown at us with little development and no believability). Unfortunately, lovely, shining moments of Radish's prose were all too soon forgotten as my irritation mounted at the 'love-fest' scenes. Women (both lesbian and straight) can and do feel tremendous love for each other, but most of us would be too embarrassed to gush on about it in the ways Radish does. The biggest problem with this book is that it could have used a strong editor to weed out the slop from the gold. The best thing about the book is the inclusion of the opening chapter of Radish's next book, Dancing Naked at the Edge of Dawn. From this brief glance, it appears that Radish may have reined in some of her earlier silly exuberance, and that the characters (or at least the main character) may actually develop in some thoughful and measured way. One can only hope.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2005

    Tried too hard to insight inspiration and emotion!

    Slow and at times appeared corny rather than genuine. Had great potential to be motivating and uplifting for women everywhere but, did not come across as 'real' on the pages!

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  • Posted May 17, 2011

    Confusing and unrealistic

    The first chapter grabbed me. But then it went downhill from there. There were so many characters and none were fully developed. I tried to get into the book, but it was so choppy that as soon as you started to sort of relate with a character, it ended and you never heard from them again. Overall, I didn't like this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2011

    Caught me at an emotional level

    I was given a bag of books and this stuck out as different. It was. I couldn't connect with all the women but then, that would be impossible anyway. All of them were better off when they let go of the weights they kept with them. Alice was wonderful but so were many of the little vignettes of women altered by reading about the walkers. I loved Sister Cheryl and Lenny. It is all form the heart. I wished I had a book group to share it with.

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  • Posted April 2, 2010

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    Great Read

    I really enjoyed this book and could actually relate to each of the characters that are in the book.

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  • Posted August 3, 2009

    Enjoyed this book

    I enjoyed this book becasue it struck a cord with me. In fact, have thought about just taking off and walking (acutally driving). So I was really surprised when the plot revolved around leaving everything behind to find inner truth. Even though not every side character was fully developed and it had, what seemed, as an 'all women are lesbian" theme, I thought the book was inspiring and thought provoking.

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  • Posted March 20, 2009

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    What a let down...

    Eight woman over 40 leave everything behind to walk "it" off. Each woman had an "it" they needed to fix, get over, or work past. Sounded like an adventure that I would like to read about. Too bad the story was not believable or even just fun. I didn't like the main characters in the story except maybe Alice. I loved the 2 or 3 page story of Margaret who was no more than a side note. The woman were crazy but not in a funny way.
    What did I take away from this book, If you dont just stop once in awhile and take in the important things they can get lost and become meaningless and it may send you on a long walk with bad shoes and a bunch of man hating lesbians.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 21, 2008

    I laughed, I cried. A lot.

    This was really my first women's fiction novel and I absolutely loved it! I didn't think it would affect me the way it did. I cried quite a few times which really suprised me. I recommend this novel to any woman who would like to be moved and touched by the stories of a group of women friends. Don't forget your tissue.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2006

    Loved It!

    Excellent story that opens up all women's minds to so many possibilities. I will always be a loyal follower to this author and cannot wait for the next book. I have read and enjoyed everything written.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2005

    What a Great Movie This Would Make!!!

    This book is one of the most enjoyable books i have ever read. Each of the women in this book is on a special journey. The special friendship that these women share is a treasure. I can seriously see this book turn into a movie someday. I think if you are a woman over 35 you will enjoy this book, and it will capture your heart. With each chapter i find myself following these womens footsteps. This is a must read for every woman. A most memorable journey for the heart and soul!!!!! Thanks Kris Radish for writing a very heartfelt book! I cannot wait to read her other books!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 11, 2005

    Kris Radish...You must be joking.....

    This book is a total and complete farce and an insult to women everywhere. The cover leads you to believe it's about women, sisterhhood, the joys of friendship and so on. In reality its a 300 page absurdity implying all women are lesbians waiting to come out of their broom closets and make out with their best friends.Every interaction had sexual undertones, unlike what really happens when real women get together with their girlfirends. Oh, please!!I gave it one star becasue that was the lowest I could..it deserves none.This book had me talking out loud to myself and I assure you I wasn't saying positive or nice things about it!The chapter on the police officer who sees the group of women walkers and within minutes finds himself longing to call his own, dear, Mom (whom he hasn't called in SIX YEARS )actually made my stomach turn. What a load of garbage. Sadly it was the first read for our book club. Two of us refused to waste another minute on it and didin't finsih it while the other 4 dutifully finished ,though not one liked it a bit.The only good thing I can say is that( unlike the rest of my peers) I took the book out of the library instead of purchasing it! Half way through the first chapter ( which is so bad it makes you literally gag knowing you have only just begun),I felt I should do the public a service and light the book on fire, BUT the library frowns on that sort of behavior, so I didn't.Basically, the question of the evening at our first meeting was , 'What the heck am I going to do with this awful book now?I certainly don't want to pass it on to anyone!' In my 46 years on this planet I can say I have never despised a book like I did this one, it was pathetic. Again I stress that it so misrepresents itself from the jcket wirte up to the actual story ...just bizarre! This is the very first time I have ever not finished a book since learning to read 40 years ago.To sum it up: Buyer Beware!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 17, 2004

    Women Get 'It'

    Let me start by saying that this is the farthest thing from my usual read. Something about the title grabbed me and then I read a relatively positive review. I was hooked when Susan collapsed after revealing her secret and everyone else went into autopilot. I am lucky enough to have friends who are just like that. I can't tell you what drew me into the book except to say that the 'IT' women get is how to be there for you no matter what. Read the book and then give it to your best friend.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 14, 2004

    Too many other good books out there

    This was the selection for my March Book Club. I read the back cover and thought, well, atleast the book is short. I read the book in about two days after work and really did not have strong feelings one way or the other about it. I did not identify with any of the characters on the walk. The only one that I somewhat liked was the one that went home to her husband. When I went to the book club, I wasn't surprised when I started to hear the negative reviews. One of the worst was that it was similar to a really bad Lifetime movie. We still had an interesting discussion and ate great food. If you are looking for a book that will generate some discussion regarding how absurd the characters were...choose this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2004

    Excellent, powerfully touching book!

    When I read so many negative reviews, I was apprehensive about this being the first selection for a newly formed reading group I am a part of. However, I was amazed by this book. I could relate in part to almost every character in this book, whether it be from my own experiences, or my experiences of other women in my life. I felt as if I was walking along with these amazing women the whole time I was reading, drawn into their lives to learn a valuable lesson. This book demonstrates the power of love, both platonic and romantic, between women...and how the lines distinguishing one from the other can be drawn, crossed, and blurred throughought our lives. It made me remember that we all have the power to change our own lives, and while doing that, whether it be our intention or not, have the power to alter the lives of everyone in the universe. My life, my view and appreciation of my friendships has definitely been changed by this amazing book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 6, 2004

    A Thoughtful Book

    It's a shame that there are so many negative reviews...I found this book quite an enjoyable read. I didn't have to personally relate to any of the women to understand that the mere undertaking of something outside of the ordinary can have an extraordinary 'ripple effect', in ways and in people that we cannot even begin to fathom. I found myself reassured that we all make a difference every day by the choices that we make, perhaps only in that we inspire others to make the same (or different) choices. I found the book to be personally thought-provoking and touching.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2004

    this book put the 'uck' in suck

    OK, if it weren't for the book club I belong to, there is no way I would have spent another minute of my time finishing this book. But because I had to, I struggled reading each page. I would say outloud things like 'this is the most rediculous thing I've ever read' and 'I can't stand this', etc. I think you get the idea. The way that Radish describes these women, their marriages, their children, and their own childhoods is from a victimized viewpoint which is very unhealthy. It isn't inspiring, it's pathetic. As a woman who has had women friends for over 30 years, this does not represent me or my friendships. We actually have conversations that don't include 'screwing someone's brains out'. The sex crazed, self centered, sappy women in this book were not only unbelievable but a horrible representation of the female gender.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 6, 2004

    The most ridiculous book I've ever read

    Not only was the book poorly written, but there were too many characters and I didn't relate to any of them. Here are some of Radish's 'eloquent' lines: 'she has always regretted not going into his sleeping car and screwing his brains out as the train rolled through the tall, penis-like Wasatch mountains of Utah.' 'Alice lifts her head like a little turtle who has spotted something in the distance. 'So what about all the sex everyone but me has been getting for the past forty years.'' It is hard to believe that the story of the women walkers would get international attention. Also, I got very tired of hearing about how all of these women were victims and hated men, when many of the husbands were likable characters. I would not recommend this book to anyone, unless you are looking for a good laugh.

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