If you enjoyed The Little Paris Bookshop then you’ll enjoy this book just as much.
But, if you’re one of those miserable people who didn’t like The Little Paris Bookshop, or just want to hate on every piece of uplit ever written then you’ll probably be better off just passing it by.
What struck me most about this story is how much Marianne’s life with her gaslighting husband reminds me of my own mother. Like Lothar, my father was also a sergeant-major in the army, and although it was the British Army they spent most of the first 15 years of their marriage living in Germany. Sadly, my mother never left my father, instead she chose a life of benzodiazepines and any other crazy medication she could get off her quacks.
Reading this book made me think what might have been possible for my mother and her two children if she’d only had the courage to leave and get away. If you are being gaslighted, then be aware that the person doing it is a sociopath and the only way you deal with sociopaths is to run away, far away, and never look back.
Bye for now.
