There are no grand events in this book. No heroes, no epics, no one dying for anyone else. Just women talking about everyday family matters. Whose daughter-in-law has had three girls and is still trying for a boy; whose husband gets drunk and beats his wife; whose sheep have grazed on whose wheat seedlings; who sneaked off into the cornfield with whom. Their talk is laced with swear words. They laugh and curse, curse and laugh, as if talking about someone else's business, yet also their own.
