I originally read this novel in the German translation. It is an account of a woman who gets pregnant and decides to keep her child; the book is a collection of letters to the developing foetus, reflecting on the nature of life, love, men and women and reasons for wanting to be born - or not. The first part of the book is really quite sentimental, but never saccharine - the narrator experiences sadness, shame and fear, as well as positive feelings towards her child. Then she miscarries; and here the writing really takes off. In her grief and confusion, the narrator tries to find ways to justify the actions she has taken and the reader is treated to some powerful and impassioned conclusions about the nature of parenthood and its role in our society. Despite being written more than twenty-five years ago, in an era where feminist debate was only beginning to become mainstream, the issues addressed in this book are just as relevant today. I recommend this book to anyone interested in the debate about having children in the modern age.