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A review by chloe_liese
Wild Game: My Mother, Her Lover, and Me by Adrienne Brodeur
This book got me. Not quite as rip out your heart, crush your soul painful as The Glass Castle BUT, it got me. In the mother feels. The daughter feels. Despite being bathed in privilege, despite damn infuriating Malabar (what a name, can I just say that? Oh, to be named Malabar), I loved this story. The evocative depictions of decadent seafood meals and scenic Cape Cod. I read it in a day, hurting for Rennie, rooting for her freedom, thrilled in seeing her rise above her past:
“It’s said that if we do not learn from the past, we are condemned to repeat it. And that fear —coupled with the desire to be a different kind of mother—has compelled me to wade through the raw material of my mother’s life as well as my own, salvaging whatever plunder and treasure I can before the tide buries the wreck again.”
This story is quick, bittersweet, and takes you on an emotional rollercoaster that leaves you with so much to process and think about it. Read this memoir. Go back to childhood, your early years. Put yourself in Rennie's shoes, maybe even Malabar's. Feel where this world takes you. You won’t regret it.
“It’s said that if we do not learn from the past, we are condemned to repeat it. And that fear —coupled with the desire to be a different kind of mother—has compelled me to wade through the raw material of my mother’s life as well as my own, salvaging whatever plunder and treasure I can before the tide buries the wreck again.”
This story is quick, bittersweet, and takes you on an emotional rollercoaster that leaves you with so much to process and think about it. Read this memoir. Go back to childhood, your early years. Put yourself in Rennie's shoes, maybe even Malabar's. Feel where this world takes you. You won’t regret it.