I first read this book 8 years ago having bought it because I was caring for a young 8 year-old girl who's mother had just died and wanted to find out what she might be feeling. As I turned the pages, I realised I was reading about my own feelings of loss primarily, as I thought at the time, for the loss of my mother through being adopted and came to understand that loss is not just about losing those who died. Over the years, I've dipped into this book and have drawn much comfort from knowing, I'm not the only one who felt different by not having a mother. Subsequently, that young 8 year-old girl, now 17, has also read it and has found it as equally inspiring and comforting as I have. I went on to find my mother but I will never forget the feelings of loss I had for 38 years until I found her.
If there has to be a definitive book of this genre, then this is the one and should be read by daughters of any age, young or old. Perhaps one day, someone will write its' companion "Fatherless Sons".