This book is a thorough study of what it means to be a mother when your own mother has died, in particular before one's own childbearing years even began. It paints a very honest, unflinching portrait of the many aspects of motherhood that reawaken thoughts and feelings about what it means to be a mother, how we ourselves were mothered and how to best go about recreating the role of mother when there are only memories to fall back on. Plus, the book deals with the reality of not having that supportive relationship at crucial times like after the birth of your first child.
Having lost my own mother a couple of years before I had my children, I am amazed how little there seems to be written about the legacy of this loss and how it carries on down through the generations. This book is a very good companion in those lonely moments of motherhood when the loss of one's own mother is most keenly felt. Thoroughly recommended.