Patricia is losing her memory but not in the regular way (is there a regular way ??)
Patricia remembers a life where she divorced her husband and raises 4 children and all the terrible and wonderful experiences she has.
But she also remembers a life where she lives with a woman and raises 3 children and all the terrible and wonderful experiences she has there too.
They can’t both be real. Or can they? Which children are real. Or as real as she can imagine them in her mind. But how much can she trust her mind?
Both scenarios unfold as the result of a choice she made in life.
Is destiny real? Are there things that will happen regardless of the choices we make? Remember that movie Sliding Doors? What things are meant to happen and what things can you change?
My Real Children is not the kind of book I thought I would love but I did.
While I don’t approve of all choices the character made in her life, it’s hard to not applaud her for doing the best that she knows how and playing the cards she’s dealt.
The writing style is different. It’s meant to be read as a diary. A look back. And it’s hard to look back at seventy years of someone’s life and not think about your own life.
What are the things I’ll remember about my life when I’m 70? And what choices am I making right now that will ensure I live my best life?
Food for thought.