It's no secret that I love Siddharta by Hermann Hesse and the Alchemist by Paolo Coelho, both novels with a story of a young man's journey to find the self. I had been longing to read a story with similar themes but with a female voice. As we unpacked our boxes that had been in storage for 4+ years I came across a book of mine that I'd never read and forgot I had. While we were in Glasgow my friend recommended The Red Tent by Anita Diamant (and at that point I had no memory of owning it and made a mental note to buy it). Since unpacking it and being so happy that I actually owned it I've read it. I absolutely love it. As the book was coming to an end I was moved to tears. It's so fun to finish a book but so sad that it has to end.
It's so lovely, and tragic, and inspiring and deep with femininity.