This is not a bad book, far from it, but it does follow a tried and tested formula which left me feeling like I'd read it at least a dozen times before.
Mummy needs a drink? Tick. Unnecessary poo gag? Tick. Posh mummy who you can't possibly emulate? Tick.
I get it, the "mummyhood is hard so let's have a laugh about it" genre sells well and why mess with a winning formula? Dare I say it though - it's starting to feel stale to me. I don't need "jokes" about unflushable poo, I'm not five years old.
Having read the blurb, and as a ASD mum myself, I just expected something slightly less shallow.
The ASD angle is different and you can clearly see that the author is living this life. The obsessions that change with the wind, social difficulties, meltdowns etc etc are all there and recognisable and I loved how Stanley was loved for every part of his personality. This felt really positive and engaging. You could see the "surprises" at the end coming from a mile away but for readers that enjoy this genre there is plenty to like in this
Mummy needs a drink? Tick. Unnecessary poo gag? Tick. Posh mummy who you can't possibly emulate? Tick.
I get it, the "mummyhood is hard so let's have a laugh about it" genre sells well and why mess with a winning formula? Dare I say it though - it's starting to feel stale to me. I don't need "jokes" about unflushable poo, I'm not five years old.
Having read the blurb, and as a ASD mum myself, I just expected something slightly less shallow.
The ASD angle is different and you can clearly see that the author is living this life. The obsessions that change with the wind, social difficulties, meltdowns etc etc are all there and recognisable and I loved how Stanley was loved for every part of his personality. This felt really positive and engaging. You could see the "surprises" at the end coming from a mile away but for readers that enjoy this genre there is plenty to like in this