I think I picked up A Broom of One’s Own at a library or local bookstore sale because it sounded interesting and was short and at this point in the year I was very far behind in my reading challenge for the year and needed something quick. The book is a brief memoir by author Nancy Peacock on what it’s like to publish a book, have it go over well, and then still end up needing to get a job to maintain your life. It’s an interesting perspective from a voice we don’t get often – the voice of the published but not prolific author.
Peacock’s profession is also interesting as she works as a housecleaner, a profession which gave her quite a few stories just from her experiences cleaning people’s homes. She also talks about some personal losses that occurred through this period of time.
I won’t lie to you all, I don’t remember it incredibly well but I do remember feeling an odd sense of melancholy. Maybe because of the different human experiences she shares. Maybe because of the reality that publishing a novel doesn’t change your life like the fairytale Cinderella stories make you want to believe. Maybe because it kept reminding me how messy my house is and how much I should clean it.
In any case, it was an interesting read and helped kickstart me back into reading after a slump. I haven’t checked out any of Peacock’s works yet. Maybe that will be a goal for next year.