The Book of Mother by Violaine Huisman

Here is another "verbal vomit book review," this time for The Book of Mother by Violaine Huisman.

Though I didn't LOVE The Monuments of Paris, I liked it enough that I thought I should definitely go back in time and read Huisman's first book in her series of books exploring her family (she has a second book, The Rose Desert, that I'm not sure has been translated to English. I can guarantee you my French is way way way too rusty and awful to read it in French).

[Gonna "publish" this now, but as soon as possible, go back and finish it].


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