How to Love Your Daughter

De: Hila Blum, Daniella Zamir - translator

Narrado por: Cassandra Campbell

Duración: 6 h y 18 m

Resumen del Editor

WINNER OF THE SAPIR PRIZE 2022

What damage do we do in the blindness of love?

Thousands of miles from her home, a woman stands on a dark street, peeking through well-lit windows at two little girls. They are the daughters of her only daughter, the grandchildren she’s never met.

At the centre of this mesmerising story is the woman’s quest to understand how a relationship that began in bliss – a mother besotted with her only child – arrived at a point of such unfathomable distance. Weaving back and forth in time, she unravels memories and long-buried feelings, retracing the infinite acts of parental care, each so mundane and apparently benign, that together may have undermined what she most treasured.

With exquisite psychological precision, Blum traces the seemingly insignificant missteps and deceptions of family life, where it’s possible to cross the line between protectiveness and possession without even seeing it – and it’s uncertain whether, or how, we can find our way back.

©2023 Hila Blum and Daniella Zamir (P)2023 Bloomsbury Publishing Plc

Reseñas de la Crítica

"This mesmerizing, quietly harrowing novel begins with a mother’s complete estrangement from her adult daughter and works backward to reveal the ways that maternal love can strangle when it was only trying to cradle, can recklessly misdirect when it wanted to protect. Excellent and unforgettable." (Ann Packer, author of The Children's Crusade and The Dive from Clauden's Pier)

"There are no villains nor angels, but rather a human complexity, to be identified with and feared… These possibilities – for introspection, to open for discussion that which was deemed an axiom, to understand the other – these are the exact signs of fine literature." (Noa Limone, Haaretz)

"This book wisely strums the delicate strings which connect parents and their children, winds them well and produces an agonizing and alluring piece of music." (Yoni Livneh, Yediot Aharonot)