"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"