And they should know: the two have had moments of charmed bliss and deep frustration, of profound connection and gut-wrenching alienation. In this book, they bring that energy to their own friendship-its joys and its pitfalls.Īminatou and Ann define Big Friendship as a strong, significant bond that transcends life phases, geographical locations, and emotional shifts. As the hosts of the hit podcast Call Your Girlfriend, they’ve become known for frank and intimate conversations. Now two friends, Aminatou Sow and Ann Friedman, tell the story of their equally messy and life-affirming Big Friendship in this honest and hilarious book that chronicles their first decade in one another’s lives. Anyone will tell you that! But for all the rosy sentiments surrounding friendship, most people don’t talk much about what it really takes to stay close for the long haul. St Joseph's University (Brooklyn Voices Series)Ī close friendship is one of the most influential and important relationships a human life can contain.
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