I was afraid to read this book.

“I Don’t Know How She Does It” is one of my all time favourite books, with Kate Reddy as my super heroine. That being said, I didn’t want to read anything that might desecrate the sanctity of Pearson’s first novel.

My fears, as it turned out, were completely unfounded.

Age may have eroded Kate’s memory banks, but her razor sharp wit has been honed to scalpel precision. I laughed and cried, but mostly, I empathized.

As a 56-year-old card carrying member of the sandwich generation, I’m well versed in the trials and tribulations of the menopausal mama. Juggling demanding kids, jobs, parents and assorted dementia inflicted family members while enduring sleep deprivation and hot flashes isn’t an easy concept to convey to readers, but Pearson nails it.

I don’t know how she does it, but she’s done it again.