I went into Princess Mommy by Gitte Tamar expecting a story, but this book turned out to be more of a quiet psychological reflection than a narrative — and honestly, that made it hard for me to enjoy.
It’s extremely slow-paced and very abstract. Most of the time, I didn’t really know what was happening, and the book felt like it was drifting from thought to thought rather than moving anywhere. I had to keep reminding myself what I was reading for.
That said, I do understand what the book is trying to explore. It’s about motherhood, emotional enmeshment, and how a parent can love their child deeply while unknowingly placing emotional needs onto them. The idea that “good intentions can still cause harm” is an important one, and I appreciate that angle.
Unfortunately, the execution just didn’t work for me. The lack of structure and clarity made me feel disconnected instead of reflective. I never fully settled into the book, and by the end, I felt more confused than moved.
I think this might resonate with readers who enjoy very quiet, symbolic, and introspective writing. But if you’re someone who needs a clearer storyline or emotional momentum, this one might be a struggle. Interesting concept — just not an enjoyable read for me.