This is a very rich book. I loved it. The author brings forth two very differing stories from two very different characters whose stories converge: Soli, a Mexican immigrant immigrating to the U.S., and Kavya, an Indian-American affluent woman who aches for a child of her own.
We get the privilege to live and breathe both perspectives and often our hearts break with each character. This is a story about what motherhood means to different women who have vastly different circumstances.
“She began to really look at children for the first time. Babies. Her chest ached at the sight of them. Her hands grew restless, like a smoker’s. She wanted to press one to the best of her heart, feel the sweet, warm weight of a baby in her arms.”
What I really enjoyed about this book was that I intimately got to know Soli and Kavya. I feel as though I was sitting in a chair next to them in their homes, that I was there for the heartbreaking times and the blissful times. They became old friends to me throughout the story.
I recommend this novel to anyone who appreciates the nuances and strength of a mother-child bond, diverse perspectives and issues of immigration.
***The only reason I gave it 4.5 stars rather than 5 was because there was a sub-plot of Kavya’s husband Rishi’s workplace and projects that I found pretty boring. ***
“Having a child was like turning inside out and exposing to the world the soft pul0 of her heart. If something happened to Ignacio- if illness took him or an accident, she would never recover. “