This is such a hard book to review. It's a chronicle of the author's first six years as a mother, from pregnancy until her twins are almost five years old. She is a professional climber, author, and nonprofit founder, and she journals to her children about balancing these roles along with motherhood.
As a new mom, I couldn't put this down. ("More" actually came out the day my daughter was born.) I found myself reading this while breastfeeding late every night, and several passages resonated deeply, particularly one about how devastating the passage of time feels: "I always knew there would be firsts, but I never knew there would be lasts. And it’s this fact—that I will never hold your fingers for the first time again, or have you both fit in the palm of my hand—that I was utterly unprepared for." The writing is personal and engaging, and you feel the sense of urgency and crisis forming the author's words.
Yet I finished "More" feeling unsatisfied. I invested over 300 pages of time in the author's day-to-day experience, including her marital relationship, her climbing career, and her nonprofit work, and her conclusion was merely that her personhood is an evolution. I wanted to know where she left things with her husband (social media says they are still married), how she recovered physically as a climber (unclear if she lost her sponsorships as many female athletes do when she had to reduce her climbing), and the direction her nonprofit is headed (she suggests a few pivot points as the organization grows without much detail). I didn't gain any insight into how a marriage can heal, the difficulty of resuming a professional athletic career post-partum, or telework as a means of professional connection during early motherhood and the pandemic.
I can appreciate these weren't focal points of the book, but I would have felt more rewarded with some larger context. I'm also a wife and athlete and have spent significant time working in southern Africa, so I'm curious about her takeaways as to what's possible in those roles after almost six years of reflection. So while I enjoyed the journey, a peak at the destination would have been welcome.