Murmurs of a Mad Woman answers the question, what do you do when an emotional bomb detonates through your life? Beginning with the moment of impact, Murmurs uses raw emotional imagery and engaging vulnerability to capture the experience of surviving the storms of life and the beauty found within the journey back to sanity.
I was intrigued from beginning to end at how the author combined poetry and prose to create a memoir that caused me to pause and reread many passages due to the simple yet evocative way she describes life crashing, capturing each crumbling moment, as a marriage ends, a relationship dwindles, considering other people's children as her own (she's a psychotherapist), and the fragility of our own children, and our own female lives. A book that one might believe is a quick read, but it only appears so upon first look. Monyee makes sure just about every word counts, and the ones that don't are only preparing me for the ones that do; a moment to breathe.
True Love One day I was lost The next day I found myself Now I am in love. --Thea Monyee
This was a stellar piece of writing that was raw and evocative. It was very much in the vein of CS Lewis' A Grief Observed. Part of her healing during a time of shift and emotional heavy work was to write. This, however, is during a relationship ending due to infidelity rather than death. I loved this. I am passing my book to a friend (as long as I get it back) and am watching to see what she puts out next.