Red Clocks was one of those rare, very-pretty-good reads for me. Zumas creates women with lovely endearing individuality and humaneness. I was concerned for their welfare and wanted them to turn out to have happy lives, almost to the degree that I feel about characters in Kent Haruf’s novels. On the downside the characters’s story arcs were not particularly interesting and their reactions to menstrual-related events never strayed much beyond the obvious, with the exception of the mender, whom I adored.
The person who designed this cover should get a medal. Brava–I’m assuming you are a woman–forgive me if you’re not and my admiration for you has grown all the more strong–and shame on Hachette for not giving you a named credit on the jacket you designed.