M is for Mummy

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The final approach to the house revealed it to be set on a rise, surrounded entirely by the river that branched around the enclosing lawns, with no cover at all in the form of trees or shrubbery. There was a section of gardens just visible at the ear, complete with what appeared to be a hedge maze, well beyond the more secured house.

This book makes you feel you are talking to a sincere fellow parent. Because Cox is. She is the real-life M for Mummy. Based on author Katy Cox's life as a professional cellist, mother of two boys and her experience of Neurodivergence. M for Mummy is a beautiful result of what happens when creative individuals put their lives on hold. Words find their way out.But then came the fart, and with it came a gush of fluid which exploded all over the floor with the force of a burst water main.

I found the story full of humour with a diet plan, that left me feeling heartbroken for Lucy, when her diet plan leaves her frustrated. Short, fast-moving chapters keep the story engaging and effortlessly aligned with the author’s blog writing style. Cox has written easy readable, candid and humorous mum fiction with no topic off the table, from relationships to financial worries. Their odd little group spread out around the room and John went for the windows. Staring out over the grounds, he wondered exactly why he was so determined to remain with them. He could have started over, gotten away from all this.

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Motherhood takes every ounce of her energy, so much so that it's like she's lost her own identity, and if it wasn't for her close friends, Jen and Charlie, she'd give up even imagining a future of music, for herself. John kept his face blank. He’d been fairly confident that Mycroft was going to get him out of this… but this was hardly what he’d expected. What I like about this book is how the author has invented a mother, that every mother can relate to in one way or another.

I don’t believe you,” said John, hurrying to catch up to him. “All that fuss and how many times have you seen this movie?” Cheeky, impossible, stubborn, grumpy woman. John liked her, his lips quirking just slightly as he answered. “As long as you weren’t too attached to having a spleen, you likely won’t notice much difference after the healing is done.” Her lips pursed as if to repress a smile and she looked once more to John’s kidnapper. “You might want to let them in before he gets destructive.” The Quartermaster, as he’d identified himself, Q, as Mrs. Holmes identified him, sighed. Mrs. Holmes stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to speak. Her sense of irritation outpaced his remorse, apparently.

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It started with a fart. Not any ordinary fart, but a fart with purpose. A fart that was to change our lives forever.