A review by katherinescott
Mother Mother by Annie Macmanus

3.0

There was an unopened box of pills tucked into the back of her bedside drawer. She tried to forget them because they reminded her of when she was a stranger to herself…”

Before I read Mother Mother, I was not aware of the author’s previous (and very noteworthy) DJ career. I like that she is starting a new path with her work.

Mother Mother is a book about the reality a lot of girls in their late teens face, and how these decisions follow them for decades.

I wish there were more characters that were fleshed out. I did not mind the ending, I found it realistic. But I think there was lost opportunity with some of the characters that were significant in Mary’s life, and wishing there was more reference to them.

It is probably to do with Mary’s loneliness, that there isn’t much of these other people, but I think there was a way it could have been done without changing Mary’s plot line much.

The uncomfortable references to Mary and how TJ came to be, how his father forced himself onto Mary without much care and no love was sadly well done. The language around those scenes brought feelings of nausea.