daughters and girls. a daughter and a mother. and a couple of men.  

Kirsty Capes: Daughters (also published as Girls). 

This was one of the long time reads for me. It took me a few months reading this. I think I was reading it all summer, all the beginning of the autumn. 

There were time - I admit - I thought I would quit reading it, it felt slightly too repetitive, too standing by, too much of the same type of memories - I got it already! - but I kept going. Somehow it was unpossible to quit and I am glad I read the whole of it (even though I would maybe have tighten it a little bit) 

but this was a good read, a really good read, 

the emotions it aroused in me were strong and I loved the themes in this book. The mother unable to mother, an artist, a woman artist who also is a an addict, totally unable to take care of her life let alone her two daughters. A story of of an older sister, who is an overly annoyingly overworrying girl/young woman, who all her life carried worries of her much younger sister and her daughter (hey, let them live their lives), a younger sister who got the worst of her sister and mother, who tried to escape the life for eight times. The story - the growing up in a catastrophic home, the road trip to California, the dead beat father, the expoiting boyfriend, the art show, the getting the shit together, losing it all, coming to terms,

 it was all well written, 

applying the themes and yes, 

it a powerful read, all in all.

 Loved it.