Authorities on all things Upper Room, the mother’s butt into and bend the narrative as they see fit. All too eager to tell us the unripe secret, plucked too soon, of what happened between Nadia Turner; her closest friend, Aubrey Evans; and the man they both fell in love with, Luke Sheppard. The Mothers is a gorgeous book, a book of so many secrets, betrayals, and reckonings that to spill them in the lines of a review instead of letting them play out as the author intended would be silly.
- All good secrets have a taste before you tell them
- If we laid all our lives toes to heel, we were born before the Depression, the Civil War, even America itself
- How easy it would be to stay with them for the length of the book, to relish the pearls they toss our way
“In Nadia, we find a marvelous conundrum — a girl who remains cleareyed in the fog of mourning, whose unfamiliarity with grief’s numbing properties leads her to use her body in ways both stupid and brave.”