Having written one of the most affecting and beautifully composed memoirs of recent years in Piano Lessons, Anna Goldsworthy established herself as one of the very best young non-fiction writers in Australia. An exquisite phrase-turner, her second autobiographical work is an account of the pains and pleasures of parenthood.

Navigating the endless discomfort, invasions of privacy and falsehoods of pregnancy (the pregnant glow is but a “chivalrous fiction”, apparently), she encounters well-meaning, but misguided, advice from friends and acquaintances, and has to make choices about how to approach the pregnancy and the child’s formative years.

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