To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colours of a rainbow.- Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
The love between a parent and a child can make God fade into the background, and effusive love makes the breath run from here to there, so one might collapse for loss of breath, and the other puff up with the breaths of both. -Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand
A mother-daughter relationship is so beautiful, that no matter what books I read or any number of movies I watch, it's simply indescribable. Nobody knows us better than our mothers. Mothers have that sixth sense and can tell even before we are sick, they get a premonition, they can sense our happy aura, and they can smell trouble. But as daughters do we realise what they go through, do we realise what kind of sacrifices they make to bring us up, do we know their highs and lows as they know ours? As teenagers, many become rebellious and make no heed of all the valuable golden words bestowed upon us, but we realise the true meanings only when we are older. Not all daughters are like Rory ( Gilmore girls)
 It is sad to see them suffer, particularly due to old age. Old age should not be debilitating but should be smooth sailing, in other words rather than wishing for longevity, one should look forward to a good quality of life.
Biographies are always very relatable. This is a small yet powerful book, where Annie Ernaux tells us the story of her mother. It’s a portrayal of a bitter-sweet relationship. She begins the book by telling us about the death of her mother and then she talks about her mother's life as a youngster, a married woman, a mother, as a career-oriented woman, and how her life changes when old age creeps in.
A must-read if you like biographies.