The start of the book was very good when the author was writing about her feelings about her mum in her old age and looking back immediately following her death. She used this as basis to go back and write about her childhood.
What a disappointment the quality of the writing and the depth of feeling disappeareed in the rest of the book.
But unfortunately writing on her childhood just listed different forms of escapism:
When I was a little girl I screamed when I did not get my way and most times my mum let me do what I wanted to do.
At senior school did not want to work so did not.
My father screamed so I either screamed back at him, or if possible just stayed in bed.
When she started to earn money either bought clothes or went on holiday. On one french holiday there was anti-semitism shocked the author since she was Jewish. The shock would have had more effective if the Jewish aspect (even as a non-practising jew) had been more closely woven into the previous pages.
Very surface memoir when could have been so much better if had explored her feelings and perceptions at different times of her life rather than just little journalistic scribble of what happened.