11 of 11 people found the following review helpful:
2.0 out of 5 stars
Awesome title, dissapointing contents, November 4, 2005
This review is from: How My Breasts Saved the World: Misadventures of a Nursing Mother (Hardcover)
I have to admit, I bought this book based upon its title alone. After breastfeeding continuously for over seven years, I really wanted to read a good, funny book about a nursing mother. However, I kept feeling that Lisa Shapiro was trying, really hard to be funny, but just kept missing the mark. I was prepared for the fact that the book might not be factually correct ( it isn't ), I was just hoping for funny. If you're looking for funny AND factually correct, I'd really recommend, "So THAT's What They're For!: Breastfeeding Basics" by Janet Tamaro
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10 of 10 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
Not funny, just whiny and miserable., October 8, 2004
This review is from: How My Breasts Saved the World: Misadventures of a Nursing Mother (Hardcover)
I'm pretty sure Ms. Shapiro fancied herself the next Vicki Iovine (author of the Girlfriend's Guides books) as she wrote this book. However, I found her to be far off the mark.
While Vicki's perspective is down and dirty, her writing is fundamentally infused with a great sense of compassion, generosity, and warm humor. Ms. Shapiro, on the other hand, just comes across as whiny and miserable.
As a new Mother myself, I'm currently dealing with the many ways nursing can be challenging, maddening, and downright weird. I would have gladly laughed along with Ms. Shapiro as she documents her trials. The problem is: I couldn't hear her laughing. Frankly, I just ended up feeling sorry for her. I didn't find this book funny OR inspiring OR hopeful. I'll stick with the Girlfriends Guides in the future.
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23 of 28 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
Whiny and Resentful AND Self-Obsessed, January 28, 2006
This review is from: How My Breasts Saved the World: Misadventures of a Nursing Mother (Hardcover)
Let me start by saying that the only reason this book was published at all is because (as it says in the Acknowledgements section at the back) the author's husband is a literary agent.
This book is amazing in that it manages to turn a very dull, very commonplace mother's very dull, very commonplace experiences with motherhood into a (as one other reviewer put it) "whiny and resentful" AND self-obsessed, narcissistic, ego-laden diatribe that never really lets up or has one redeeming qualiy from start to finish.
The author was admittedly so arrogant that she never bothered to do any research about breastfeeding at all, and instead decided that everything that went "wrong" with it when she tried it was actually FASCINATING enough to write a whole BOOK about. As other reviewers have already pointed out, she is blatant in her product endorsements. Her insistence that readers do things EXACTLY the way she herself did them, (as though there is only ONE right way to breastfeed), is so far from lightheartedly charming that it made this reader gag her way through the book. The only reason I finished it was that I was so hoping for some kind of redemption that never came.
The author tries far too hard to be self-deprecatingly amusing but fails ferociously, coming off as a spolied little rich girl who has been terribly inconvenienced by motherhood and can't quite figure out why. She describes her own pushiness, cattiness, and insecurity not with an air of mocking herself from the comfortable distance of one who now knows better, but with a tone almost of BRAGGING about what an awful, self-righteous snot she was to everyone she met.
The real kicker comes at the end of the book where she weans her baby at ten months because she is in a hurry to fit into lacy push-up bras again (everything is still ALL ABOUT HER, and HER convenience, not the health and welfare of her child), and then throws a huge first birthday party (complete with OPEN BAR, for pity's sake) for the unfortunate offspring. Bad enough to actually DO it, but then to BRAG openly about it in a memoir is frankly disgusting.
I should have been forwarned by the overblown title. Unfortunately Lisa Wood Shapiro's breasts did NOT save the world from this self-aggrandizing and poorly written "mom-oir". Save your money. If you are truly curious, get it from the library - at least then you won't find yourself trying to resell it on Amazon in a week.
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