I had so so many imaginary friends. I’d say ‘growing up’ but I can’t really bear to think of them ceasing to exist so I haven’t culled them. They’ve probably just moved to a different country… mostly.
But fictional friends are different. These four are the ones I did important parts of life with, shared the journey with. I’ve probably moved on now (to real friends, phew!) but these have still got a special place in my heart.
As in, Mothers In literature. As I explained in my previous post, I realised recently how few mothers who have great characters are present in fiction. In fact, how few mothers there are at all let alone decent ones. I’m not even looking for great mothers or likeable people here, just characters with some depth, growth and who aren’t just weak or rubbish. An evil domineering mother, even, would do, though I wouldn’t be using them as a role model.
Here are the first four awesome Mums we could think of. More to follow soon!
I had a baby! Almost eight months ago now. I’m still pretty proud of myself. And totally overcome still by how wonderful Kezia is. But when I come to connect my new parental status with my life in literature I am suddenly hit with a problem. It seems that mothers are hugely absent from books – in almost all stories they are either dead or completely useless.
What would book titles be like if they were more like click bait? I’ve had a go at a few – have a guess then highlight below for which book it is!
(read on my site to make it work – I’ve made the text the same colour as the background.)