The best book I’ve ever read about motherhood.

A boundary-pushing book that is altogether tricksier, more complex and creative.

An ambitious, wide-ranging work that is at once memoir, analysis and social study.

There are things that jarred. Jones sometimes lacks a sense of perspective or humour about motherhood. It is as if nobody has ever given birth or struggled with a crying baby before. There is a danger of catastrophising a natural process that is part of life, of denigrating a state that some women long for and are denied.

A deep dive into the radical transformation of becoming a mother.

Elevated by inventive formal flourishes and searching reflection, this will resonate with mothers of all stripes..