I have spent a blissful 2 days reading a book called ‘ What Alice Forgot’ by Liane Moriarty. It is an ‘un-put-down-able’ book. It is a good book to read on a clod rainy winter’s weekend, like this one! Basically, the novel is about a woman, Alice, who has an accident and loses 10 years ( TEN YEARS!!) of her memory. When she wakes from her concussion, she wonders why everyone in her life is so cold to her- her husband, her sister, her children that she cannot remember.

The story is beautifully written and a page turner. However a good portion of Alice’s journey is focused on her sister. Elisabeth struggles with dealing with a heartbreaking 7 miscarriages after IVF. The way her journey through this is amazingly, and honestly written. It is an all to familiar description of the motions that I went through after my miscarriage; crying over friend’s babies, jealousy over people that can fall pregnant so easily, the ol’ ‘never mind- you can just try again’, or worse,’ get over it- it wasn’t even a real baby’.

I will post an extract from the book. It more or less pin-points the day to day emotions I find myself struggling with, even now, almost 3 years after the fact.