First of all, this isn't a novel, despite what the book jacket and reviewers might call it. The book's own jacket admits that the book that the book is the story of two women, one of them an author, which makes it at least partially a memoir. But, the other woman isn't a character so much as a half-drawn shadow of a character, and there are strong suggestions within the author's memoir portion that suggest that this other character is in fact drawn from one of her friends and simply made anonymous. So, call the book what you will, but understand that it is not a novel. Including portions of letters to the author, it is at most something of a hybrid, half memoir and half self-help.
However, genre aside, this particular reader found the book insufferable, drenched in self-pity and self-importance. The title is "Woman of Valor", and the truth is that the entire book seems to have no point other than to celebrate how courageous the author believes herself to be. Now, I'm not saying that motherhood doesn't take courage and talent, at least if one is to succeed. I am saying that a lot of women succeed at being wonderful mothers, and that this particular mother's journey isn't anything spectacular. Based on her words, it appears that this is part of her point--she's not spectacular when set beside many other mothers, and all successful mothers are courageous and worth celebrating. Okay, fine. But then, I have to ask: why should I read this book, full of clichés and self-pity as it is, instead of just helping out or loving the mothers around me? Simply, there's no answer. If you agree that being a mother takes a lot of work, and requires sacrifice, there is absolutely no reason for you to read this book unless you simply want to know that others feel the same way, and have doubts on that front.
Obviously, you can tell from this review that I was frustrated, and it's true. The author's self-defeated tone throughout the book makes no argument more strongly than that of believing there's no such thing as a happy ending, no such thing as a happy family, no such thing as a couple that can simply stay in love in the face of adversity. Sure, in the last few pages, she attempts to trump this attitude with a few pages of anecdote that claim she's overcome her self-defeated doubt and pessimism...but that's a light and weak finish to a two hundred page work drenched in self-pity and self-importance.
Simply, I wouldn't recommend this work to anyone, and I'm sorry to have read it. I never would have made it past the first twenty pages if I weren't someone who has a difficult time putting a book down unfinished. And, simply, I kept on thinking that there had to be some pay-off, some reason for the work to be celebrated... I was wrong.