Riveting and ruthlessly incisive, this book is a deep, courageous excavation of the subterranean, passionate layers between a mother and a daughter and the histories that shape our futures. I could not and would not put it down.
If Edward St. Aubyn were to write an episode of Euphoria, it might come close to Leah McLaren's astonishing memoir. Ecstatically wild and weirdly fun, this book has me praying that it is the first installment of a series--and that I'll be seeing more of this latchkey kid and her mother, both of whom are brilliantly flawed, and make cardboard cutouts out of the rest of us. McLaren has written a poignant and brave modern gothic. I am blown away, madly in love.
The mother/daughter relationship is almost impossible to be honest about. Especially if the connection is as complicated as this one: a tangle of love, jealousy, selfishness, narcissism, yearning, and resistance. But Leah McLaren goes there, and the results are never less than riveting. You may wince; you may blush. But you will see your own parent/child relationships anew.
Where You End and I Begin is a burningly true and gorgeously written memoir of a complex mother and daughter relationship. At its heart, this is a freshly told story by a great writer about an under-parented generation, where children were free to realize themselves, but also perhaps to become lost in the process. You're in good hands with Leah as she guides you through the pain and joy of her unfettered childhood.
Mordant, clear-eyed, loving, devastating. Richly evocative, propulsive, and so well written-her prose sparkles like sunshine over deep water.
Raw and beautiful-I was riveted all the way through.
Observant, smart, witty, and fiercely written, McLaren's Where You End and I Begin is an outrageously good memoir of how a mother's past affects a daughter's future
A work of probing insight and undaunted compassion; one that's fearlessly engrossing, frequently funny and sometimes plain hair-raising