June 1st, 2019

Winter Sunlight

My Real Children by Jo Walton

You know, I was going to save this one for next week's [community profile] fffriday, but it's still almost Friday, plus it's the first day of Pride Month, so this book seems highly apropos to that -- there's a central lesbian relationship as well as a number of peripheral characters who are various flavors of queer and/or poly.

This book comes with a major content warning: if you have issues with fictional depictions of age-related dementia, this is really not the book for you, because the protagonist suffers from it and her slow decline into full dementia is described in a lot of detail from her POV.

However, I absolutely loved the book, far more than I expected to. All I knew going into it was the main premise: the protagonist is an elderly woman in a care home who suffers from dementia and can no longer remember the details of her life. Or perhaps more accurately, she remembers too much; she has memories from two different lives, with different spouses and different careers and different numbers of children, and she isn't sure which one is real, or both, or neither. You get all of this in the first few pages of the book.

If you want to discover the rest of the book unspoiled, I'll put the rest of this review under a cut. No major spoilers, but more detail on the book's plot and themes.

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