Know Your Power: A Message to America's Daughters

A cousin recommended this book by Nancy Pelosi, and I had to check it out.

It was a quick read with some nice messages; I think it would be great for young women especially.

I had fun reading it because I related to the idea of a young Italian Catholic woman growing up back east. It made me think of my mother. But then I realized so many cultures are the same, and I bet lots of people would get a kick out of hearing about her family. It's like "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" - you don't have to be Greek to see your family in that movie.

For those of you out there who aren't Democrats, it's a pretty universal message, though some of the anecdotes about her time in the Senate lean left.

I'll be passing this one around the women of the family this Christmas.

Happy Holidays!

p.s. I just noticed that friend and blogger Jenny Rough links to my blog, and I feel some pressure to, er, post stuff here once in a while now. Stay tuned!

UPDATE:
I cracked this book again recently, and I realized something: I didn't really like it. I think I felt some pressure as a good feminist or Democrat or cousin (to the woman who recommended it) to love it, but I didn't. This isn't the first time I "liked" something I didn't really like. I won't call it pretending, because I had convinced myself, too. This could be a whole post about the pressure we put on ourselves to maintain some sort of image that no one likely cares about but us, but instead I will make it about the book. I haven't read a lot of memoirs from public figures, so maybe this is par for the course, but it actually seemed sort of arrogant to me. And contrived. I don't know how it wouldn't be contrived - she still has a public image to maintain and elections to win. But then, why bother?

All the Italian stories were still my favorite part, along with the image of all her little kids folding their own clothes. Otherwise: eh.