Allison Pearson's debut novel, I Don't Know How She Does It, is a rare
and beautiful hybrid: a devastatingly funny novel that's also a compelling
fictional world. You want to climb inside this book and inhabit it. However, you
might find it pretty messy once you're in there. Narrator Kate Reddy is the
manager of a hedge fund and mother of two small children. The book opens with an
emblematic scene as Kate "distresses" a store-bought mince pie to make it appear
homemade. Her days are measured in increments of minutes and even seconds; her
fund stays organized but her house and family are falling apart. The book is a
pearly string of great lines. Here's Kate on lack of sleep: "They're right to
call it a broken night.... You crawl back to bed and you lie there trying to do
the jigsaw of sleep with half the pieces missing." On baby boys: "A mother of a
one-year-old son is a movie star in a world without critics." On subtle office
dynamics:

The women in the offices of EMF [Kate's firm] don't tend to display
pictures of their kids. The higher they go up the ladder, the fewer the
photographs. If a man has pictures of kids on his desk, it enhances his
humanity; if a woman has them it decreases hers. Why? Because he's not supposed
to be home with the children; she is.

There's inherent drama here:
Kate is wildly appealing, and we want things to work out for her. In the end,
the book isn't a just collection of clever lines on the theme of working
motherhood; it's a real, rich novel about a character we come to cherish.
--Claire Dederer

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