Motherload

I wish I'd thought of The Daughterhood . This is going to be huge. So, this book asks a very simple question — how are you going to feel at your mother's funeral?  It's so obvious, but it winds you. This book names something unbearable, and holds us to the deepest meaning of it. To ask about our mothers is to ask about the nature of love, and our capacity to understand love, whether it was given in our earliest years, or withheld. The Daughterhood tells the story of what the authors went through, from Natasha Fennell's own realisation that her mother was not immortal, through convening a group of women connected solely through their wish to improve their relationship with their mothers before it was too late, then the Motherwork that each daughter tried to undertake, and finally to epilogues from the authors' wonderful, articulate mothers themselves. The Daughterhood is unashamedly a self-help group, but is really giving a name to what is already happening...