“Freya and Frankie’s longing for a baby has put their marriage under strain. IVF is their last hope – but how do you bring a child into the world if you don’t know who you are? Freya’s mother Lilias (an actress on and off stage) will tell her nothing about her father, not even his name.
When Freya signs on at a fertility clinic, she discovers a new capacity for deception in herself, while Lilias is forced to confront the limits of pretence. As the lies and secrets unravel, it seems mother and daughter have more in common than either of them suspects.”
I really struggled with this book. I loved Freya and Frankie: their relationship and their friends were beautiful and heart breaking in equal measures as they all deal with the consequences of Freya’s choice. However, I really disliked the chapters that went back in time to Lilias’ pregnancy. They seemed redundant as much of that plot line was obvious from the discussions between Freya and Lilias. Teasing out Lilias’ choices (and the subsequent consequences for Freya) was intriguing and the relationship between mother and child/ history and fiction were brilliantly written. The time hopping just seemed unnecessary.
It is definitely worth reading – I’d just skip a few of the chapters dated 1972.