The idea of guilt in motherhood, the obligation to feel a certain way, the way in which others relate to women's decisions and the loneliness implicit in all the processes that involve taking in emotions that are considered incorrect or atavistic, an enormous isolation that is invisible to others, hover over the pages of the book. It is a story about emotional bonds.
Berta Davila's prose is transparent, simple and accurate. But its skeleton is made up of a temporal braid in which a writer recalls the birth and first months of life of her son just when, five years later, she has decided to have an abortion and not have her second. She do
