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Reading M is for Mummy is like sitting down for a chat with a pal. For every mother their story and struggles lie in the everyday. There are no big events, aside from the having the child/children, that shape the nuances of motherhood. But rather the small moments that add up to you losing yourself whilst caring for others, trying to make your way back to work at the same time as learning all about the new you that was born when your child was, keeping your relationship alive when knee deep in nappies. And this is exactly where we find Lucy, going into labour with her second child, whilst holding up the life with her first, her husband and the ongoing juggle around her.

The writing is straightforward, and at times perhaps obvious, but herein lies the beauty. The story is uncomplicated, the writing conversational and introspective, which makes this book relatable to all mothers. The specialist thread running through the story is that of Lucy’s first son Stanley, and his journey to a neuro-divergent diagnosis. There are times that it feels that Lucy is getting it wrong handling Stanley’s behaviour; this adds to the overall realness of the storyline - what mother doesn’t get it wrong sometimes with their children never mind before she has an education in neurodiversity and what mother at times questions her gut when it is telling her that something is wrong which ultimately leads Lucy to the answers.

The story and its relatability are at the centre of the book’s success. You will be laughing out loud, nodding in solidarity, cringe at the mess, and feel the pain deep in your heart.