Not long after Rhoda Janzen turned forty, her world turned upside down. It was bad enough that her husband of fifteen years left her for Bob, a guy he met on Gay.com, but that same week a car accident left her injured. Needing a place to rest and pick up the pieces of her life, Rhoda packed her bags, crossed the country, and returned to her quirky Mennonite family’s home, where she was welcomed back with open arms and offbeat advice. (Rhoda’s good-natured mother suggested she get over her heartbreak by dating her first cousin—he owned a tractor, see.)
Written with wry humor and huge personality—and tackling faith, love, family, and aging—Mennonite in a Little Black Dress is an immensely moving memoir of healing, certain to touch anyone who has ever had to look homeward in order to move ahead.
One word sums up my opinion on this book - "Meh".
It also holds the distinction of being the first book I haven't come close to finishing since I started this blog. It wasn't awful, it just wasn't funny or even all that amusing. I got as far as about 100 pages before I got distracted, and set it aside. Since then, I've thought periodically that I should finish it, but something's holding me back. Finally, I decided that I don't have to finish books just because I "should". If I had enjoyed more, I probably would have finished it long ago. So, there you have it. The first book in my "unread" pile.
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