Real Life Is Messy
The novel is written in the first person from the point of view of forty something Amy. The reader ‘experiences’ life through her eyes. We ‘feel’ life crushing her down – the weight of children, parents, work and life in general.
The love of a mother radiates throughout the novel. We become acquainted with Amy’s heart and recognise the great love and fierce protection she has for her children.
Grief can have far reaching effects. The reader views this from afar, and although detached ourselves, we ‘feel’ saddened at how life is progressing for some of the characters.