This is an insightful and compelling story about a devastating family tragedy and its bitter, decades-long consequences: an unyielding wedge between a mother, Marjorie, and her only daughter, Eleanor, which neither woman seems able to shift. After years of limited, strained contact, the two are forced together when Marjorie is struck down with Alzheimer’s, and Ellie reluctantly puts her own life on hold to be the dutiful daughter. Can they finally reach out to each other and heal old wounds, or is there simply so much gone unsaid for so long that the rift is unbridgeable?
Exploring themes like grief, guilt, rejection, secrecy and mental illness, Marjorie and Eleanor’s story is an emotional rollercoaster. The narrative is revealed through three different timelines, which are effortlessly woven together to gradually paint a picture of the tragedy that has defined their personalities and their lives. Both women command compassion: the mother who’s failed her child but cannot breach the wall she’s erected between them; and the daughter so paralyzed by guilt and rejection she cannot find a way to connect.
I must admit the story took a while to draw me in, but it picked up about half way through, aided by some unexpected twists. I do enjoy a novel that explores the complexities of female relationships, and this certainly gives some serious pause for thought. The ending, which I couldn’t have guessed in a month of Sundays, left a lump in my throat.