Author: Annie Ernaux
Review by: smudge
This is a sparely written, very short, portrait of the writer's mother. The story begins with the mother's death and travels backward to paint a picture of the emotions that created their mother-daughter relationship. It was, for me, a sad story because "her voice, together with her words, her hands and her way of moving and laughing, which linked the woman I am to the child I once was" made me mourn what will one day be true for me and my children.