In a nutshell:
Lizzie Buckley sent a ranting email to the wrong person. It was supposed to go to her sister; instead, it went to her husband. Doesn't really sound all that bad, does it? Unfortunately, the rant was about him. Finding herself suddenly alone with two small children and facing a divorce, she must come to grips with her own internal battle with postpartum depression. Easier said than done.
My opinion:
Well, what can I say that hasn't been said already? Not much. This is a wonderfully written, nicely flowing tale of love with all the glories and pitfalls. Told entirely from Lizzie's third-person POV, the reader is a given a glimpse of life after children when the world should be bright and shiny but, as sometimes happens, is dreary and dull instead. I think Ms Chidley, although admitting that she has not experienced full-blown postpartum depression herself, has aptly captured the essence of this state of mind. She successfully conveyed Lizzie's feelings yet kept the tone light and humorous so as not to overwhelm the reader. There were times, however, where I found my eyes tearing up and times when I laughed out loud. It was a thoroughly enjoyable read.
Score: 5 out of 5
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