I finally finished The Red Tent by Anita Diamant.
I would not have said I loved it until I read the final pages but it was then that I realized it had a piece of my literary heart.
The themes of memories, healing, motherhood, the sacredness of being a woman and the world only we are privy to — perfectly woven in this tale which takes considerable license with the biblical account.
From the Prologue:
WE HAVE BEEN
lost to each other for so long.
My name means nothing to you. My memory is dust.
This is not your fault, or mine. The chain connecting mother to
daughter was broken and the word passed to the keeping of men,
who had no way of knowing.