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A heartbreakingly honest and funny autobiographical novel about family, love and life in rural France
Anna knows that if you want something really badly, you have to plan it. After all, she's a chef. To make a béchamel sauce, you need the right ingredients in the right quantities, at the right time.
So when she gets pregnant, she plans a perfect new life in Provence for her perfect new baby.
But Anna and Tobias are plunged into every new parent's nightmare, as they learn that their daughter Freya has been born with profound mental and physical disabilities. Tobias, who loves all humankind, says he can't love this child. Anna too has grave doubts, but she's physically unable to let go of her baby. So she manages to persuade him to carry on with their move to France and take Freya along, just until she can bear to give her up.
The family ends up in a decrepit, mouse-infested farmhouse in the Languedoc - where they become a magnet for the odd and the damaged. Surrounded by a wonderful cast of eccentrics and the riches of French life and cooking, Anna is determined to get her life back on track, or at least to rid the kitchen - her sanctuary - of the mice that infest it. But the more she tries to impose her will upon the situation, the more it spirals away from her. And what none of them can predict is that Freya, just by being herself, will have a profound impact on everybody's lives.
400 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 4, 2013
She makes exquisite little hand movements, delicate as rare orchids in high cloud forests. Her expressions change like weather fronts. I love the serious way she takes her milk from a bottle, a thousand-mile gaze of concentration in her slate-colored eyes. Afterward, she’s sated, drunken, collapsed. When I tilt her forward to burp her, her arms swing forward reflexively, a baby monkey clinging to its mother. As we drift off to sleep, she swims toward me. I never see or feel her move, but when I wake she’s snuggled under my armpit, the sheet soaked where my breasts have rained down on her.This is an honest book. Being Freya’s parents is tough, and Anna and Tobias frequently are irrational, even hateful. The reader can only wonder how she would cope in the same situation; after all, Freya as a baby is still appealing. But her diagnosis means that she will never sit or stand; how will her parents manage as Freya grows? Should they institutionalize her? Will they ever forgive themselves if they do?
She’s my own, my baby, and she’s perfect. I’m entirely content.
Then the switch flicks in my head and the doctors’ diagnoses become abruptly real. I hang onto her and cry, for minutes, for hours.