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Delightfully smart and heartbreakingly poignant, Allison Pearson’s smash debut novel has exploded onto bestseller lists as “The national anthem for working mothers.” Hedge-fund manager, wife, and mother of two, Kate Reddy manages to juggle nine currencies in five time zones and keep in step with the Teletubbies. But when she finds herself awake at 1:37 a.m. in a panic over the need to produce a homemade pie for her daughter’s school, she has to admit her life has become unrecognizable. With panache, wisdom, and uproarious wit, I Don’t Know How She Does It brilliantly dramatizes the dilemma of every working mom.
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The sarcastic bitterness is so thick you can cut it open like a cake. The struggles of a working mother are so painstakingly real and sad. It was written in 2002, and I pray it's different 15 years later. Though in my heart, I know it isn't. It makes me sad to see all novels of this kind end with the woman giving up work for life and children.
The sarcastic bitterness is so thick you can cut it open like a cake. The struggles of a working mother are so painstakingly real and sad. It was written in 2002, and I pray it's different 15 years later. Though in my heart, I know it isn't. It makes me sad to see all novels of this kind end with the woman giving up work for life and children.
The sarcastic bitterness is so thick you can cut it open like a cake. The struggles of a working mother are so painstakingly real and sad. It was written in 2002, and I pray it's different 15 years later. Though in my heart, I know it isn't. It makes me sad to see all novels of this kind end with the woman giving up work for life and children.
The sarcastic bitterness is so thick you can cut it open like a cake. The struggles of a working mother are so painstakingly real and sad. It was written in 2002, and I pray it's different 15 years later. Though in my heart, I know it isn't. It makes me sad to see all novels of this kind end with the woman giving up work for life and children.
The sarcastic bitterness is so thick you can cut it open like a cake. The struggles of a working mother are so painstakingly real and sad. It was written in 2002, and I pray it's different 15 years later. Though in my heart, I know it isn't. It makes me sad to see all novels of this kind end with the woman giving up work for life and children.
