The Wednesday Sisters
by Meg Waite Clayton
A group of five women meeting at the park form a writing group to encourage each other in their dreams. Through their writing and their friendship they learn about themselves and each other as the world around them changes during the turbulent 60s and 70s.
I am going to be a dissenting voice in a crowd of admirers. I didn't care for it. I can see the skeleton of a pleasant summer read but it is padded with too many rough edges for my enjoyment. From unsympathetic characters, to too swift changes in point of view, to chunky transitions between past and present, this novel is not smooth reading. It presents like a second draft: still in need of work.
But it's not wholly without merit. Clearly many women love the idea of women writers encouraging each other. How many bloggers are there that have secret and not so secret ambitions of becoming published writers? There is definitely an audience for this type of book. It could be seen as the spark that sets writing group in motion. And there were a few elements that kept this reader curious, though the results were always disappointingly predictable.
Overall, I would not have bothered to finish The Wednesday Sisters if I wasn't obliged to review it. It wasn't a bad read it just didn't capture my imagination or sympathies.