This one frustrated me, but I’m prepared to admit it might be me… I don’t have kids, my mum doesn’t need me, I’m not even married. But I don’t normally have to identify with the main character? So much can’t believe my baby is an adult, so much menopausal rage (I so hope I can’t identify with that haha) I just kept reading because I thought it was going to go somewhere..which I completely understand fiction doesn’t. It’s just it didn’t is all…It was also on my TBR for a while, maybe I just built it up?
I just didn’t connect
