I can't remember the last time I was actually excited to read a book these past few days I read this one. I loved almost everything about this story, except for the infidelity. I hated the way Miriam was open about the possibility that she might cheat on Bobbie; the only thing that made me feel better about it was that it was karmic payback for the shameful way Bobbie cheated on her first girlfriend in college. She deserved to be cheated on. But otherwise, this was a great book, and such a blessed relief after reading those awful so-called "erotic" short story collections I most recently read.
A solid 3.5, bumped up to a 4 for being very entertaining and my affection for books and snapshots of a certain era. All the 'dear reader,' stuff drove me bananas, but otherwise pretty enjoyable.
Shoulders seems like a fictionalized memoir, but reads like a conversation with an old friend. Georgia Cotrell tells the tale of Bobbie Craword, innocent, personable lesbian, and her coming-of-age in the 1970’s. And then it tells of the fallout of all of her decisions in the 1980’s. At moments both heart-warming and anxiety-inducing, Shoulders is one of the most realistic portayals of developing sexuality I have come across.