My oldest daughter is five now, and I think I have read the book at least five times, for every year of being a mother. This is not a 'how to', instead it is a gloriously rich and thoughtful reflection on Madeleine's coming into being. We observe Madeleine creating herself through her interactions with the world around her, her relationship with her devoted parents, through the world of books and through her acquisition of (and play with) language. Towards the end we get haunting flashes of insight into her developing interior world. I adore this book, and I am so glad it is part of me being a mother. This is a book about children and parenthood, but it's also a book about being human.