EARLY REVIEWS FOR BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HOT PLACE
Library Journal – January 1, 2010
“Finally, there is a voice of reality to counter the claims of a youth-oriented culture and put forward the idea that successful aging isn’t about denying reality, but planning for the future. Screenwriter Jackson writes with the humor of Nora Ephron, the honesty of a fiftysomething, and the reality of medical science to commiserate on the aging process (e.g., death of friends) and help readers prepare for the best future life possible. Jackson acknowledges what needs to be done (e.g., getting that colonoscopy and making wise financial choices) in a way that fellow baby boomers will appreciate. Recommended for all public libraries and as a birthday gift for friends turning 60 (fiftysomethings may still be in denial).”
Booklist – February 1, 2010
“Glib, gossipy, and genuinely gutsy, Jackson’s take on this middle-aged milestone will have any woman who is 50, approaching 50, or waving bye-bye in the rear-view mirror wondering, “Who is this woman and how did she get inside my head?”
5.0 out of 5 stars LOVE this book!, January 3, 2011
Between a Rock and a Hot Place, why fifty is not the new thirty is a great book for any woman who is starting to experience changes in her body. I am only 44 but this book was so helpful to me in relation to hot flashes, pre-menopausal symptoms and aging as a woman. The author tells her story with a great sense of humor, but is full of helpful information. The best part about this book is that it reminds us that we are not alone, that all (or most) women go through these things and gives us some information on what has worked for the author and what options are available to us. It is also told from a womans perspective with some humor in an otherwise “un-funny” situation!
Would highly recommend this book is you are 40 or older.
Veering from bawdy to maudlin, raunchy to schmaltzy, Tracey Jackson’s over-50 confessional is like menopause itself. Up one minute and down the next, she traces her route from youth to semi-maturity with raw, intimate style proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that fifty really is not the new thirty. No stones left unturned, she talks about how her mind, body and career have changed and what she’s done to deal with those changes.
This is no manual for surviving fifty, yet it is thought-provoking. It’s a midlife memoir that could be written only by someone with dead ovaries. Old broads like me will love it. I haven’t read anything this funny in ages. Delicate flowers should steer clear, lest they be offended.