He takes us with him on his journey to uncover his role in the destruction of his three marriages. With brutal honesty, courage and insight he uncovers and exposes his conduct and attitudes about women and marriage that had been profoundly influenced by his place on the cusp between the moralistic generation of the 1940's and the next generation that embraced sex, drugs and rock 'n roll and greater independence and equality for women. Deeply troubled by his career choice as a corporate lawyer, he nevertheless, used it for years to avoid his marital issues.Lemon's story will guide you in resolving your own relationship problems.
MY THOUGHTS
From the first page, Mr. Lemon captured my attention, spending time with his grandchildren and watching how his daughter and son-in-law interacted with them. Perhaps if he has spent more time and affection with any of this three wives, his marriages may have turned out differently. The author is very candid about his life, and he doesn't push blame around. Growing up in a different time, women stayed home. They took care of the kids, the house and made dinner. They didn't work. When a young Boyd gets married, he wonders why his wife isn't more like his mother. Haven't most of us women seen some side of that from our spouses? It doesn't work out, so Boyd climbs the corporate ladder and marries again, then again. Sure, divorces are hard, but they are harder on the children. Boyd eventually ends up in Boston, living platonically with a young woman and from there he feels the desire to pen his memoir. Maybe then he can figure out what went wrong with his relationships. He takes much of the blame, but it is not all his to clutch.
With keen perception, sincerity and savvy writing, Boyd captures your attention and doesn't let go. The characters are well-developed and the pages just fly by. This would be a great book for anyone in a relationship. It speaks true and is very insightful.
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