The Death and Quilting Notebook

I hated this essay. The first page or two I was interested, after that though it just went gradually downhill to the point where I couldn't understand why I was reading anymore. I could never really find where this was really trying to go. It speaks of a lot of things that are centered around death, or at least the thought of death in some way was able to conjure something back up. I'm not too sure about the way it was broken up either, although I'm sure there's relevance or a purpose.

I did take notice to one thing that she did a lot in her paragraphs. While amidst a sentence talking about something, she would commonly keep coming out with detail after detail about something she was writing about, one after the other, all separated by commas. For example, in section 6 in the first sentence she says, "I only played once - behind the junior high, at lunch, in spring, in the shade of an Austrian black pine." There's really not a reason why I'm mentioning it, just something I picked up.