"Observant, tender and honest."-- "New York Times Book Review""Erdrich writes against the domestic, against the history of clich's the subject of birthing a baby is certainly burdened with. . .against this culture's infantilization of women before, during and after giving birth, against the secrets kept--the terror of and hunger for the deepest physical attachment--Erdrich holds up an articulate strength. Moving, memorable. . .A book that breaks ground."-- "Boston Sunday Globe""What Erdrich does so masterfully is tie together all the strings of her life--as a mother and a wife, as a writer, as a creature of nature, as a human being without profound thoughts. All these strings tie her to the rest of us."-- "Detroit Free Press""Pregnancy, birth and caring for an infant inspire Erdrich's reflections on being a woman, a mother and a writer in this affecting memoir of a daughter's first years. Erdrich transforms the mundane into a paean to the mystery and wonder of the creative force, and a celebration of family, and wonder of the creative force, and a celebration of family, nature and memory."-- "People magazine"