Alice Love is twenty-nine, crazy about her husband, and pregnant with her first child.
So imagine Alice’s surprise when she comes to on the floor of a gym and is whisked off to the hospital where she discovers the honeymoon is truly over — she’s getting divorced, she has three kids and she’s actually 39 years old. Alice must reconstruct the events of a lost decade, and find out whether it’s possible to reconstruct her life at the same time. She has to figure out why her sister hardly talks to her, and how is it that she’s become one of those super skinny moms with really expensive clothes.
Ultimately, Alice must discover whether forgetting is a blessing or a curse, and whether it’s possible to start over.
You know how Sarah Dessen always has those cute pastel covers eliciting fun, flowery YA romance? And then you read them and they are full of heartbreaking complicated subjects?
Liane Moriarty is like that, only for adult women’s fiction. Why does this cover evoke happiness? It’s such a devastating book, from the very moment you start reading. Hey, let’s show a blowy, whimsical dandelion so you don’t think about how this is a book about a woman with amnesia who forgets that she’s going through a terrible divorce, and her sister struggles horribly with infertility…among other things.
This is not a book about blowy, whimsical dandelions.
I absolutely cannot relate to some of the things in this book. In fact, much of it is exactly the reason why I chose not to be a mother. Everything here is terrifying. Between the infertility and the miscarriages and the undiagnosed (but very clearly there) childhood mental illness…this book is such a terrifying and sad look at motherhood. Not to mention the fact that Alice doesn’t even remember being a mother to begin with.
But you don’t have to be a mother to sympathize. I couldn’t put this book down. I have three more by Moriarty, and I can’t wait to read them!
I received a copy of this book from Berkley Publishing via Twitter Contest.