This oddly charming autofictional novel spoke to as the daughter of a disabled woman. McCracken claims not to have written a memoir, but many say it‘s darn close.
The narrator‘s mother died recently, so she has taken a brief trip to London and reflects on parts of their relationship as she walks the city. Like my mother, hers was a force despite her disability. She reflects on her illnesses, life before children, and her father‘s hoarding.