T'es pas ma mère

by Prune Berge

Adoptée à la naissance, Stéphanie a vingt ans quand elle reçoit une lettre de sa mère, qui a accouché sous X. En lisant le récit des circonstances de sa conception et de sa naissance, la jeune femme, qui se croyait en rupture de lignage, découvre qu'elle doit compter à présent avec une autre mère et qu'il lui faudra concilier deux familles, avec leurs territoires génétiques et leurs pays dans la peau. Mais deux mères, cela demande "deux mers" à traverser, afin de pouvoir soi-même mettre au monde un enfant sur une rive qui porte un nom. Dans ce texte épistolaire sur le thème de l'adoption, la simplicité de l'écriture nourrit une émotion dont la force ne prétend qu'à celle du témoignage.

84 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 2001

Reviews

[littleprettybooks · Rating 4 out of 5]

14/20

L’adoption sous X est racontée par le biais de ces lettres échangées qui nous dévoilent ces femmes. La mère adoptive, la mère biologique et la fille adoptée, trois situations bien distinctes et des sentiments différents. La complexité émotionnelle n’est, selon moi, que survolée par le roman qui est, je crois, un peu trop court, mais le livre reste touchant et intéressant.

Ma chronique : https://myprettybooks.wordpress.com/2...

[Maria · Rating 3 out of 5]

Finally finished this one. I think my updates are enough of an indication of how much I STRUGGLED reading this tiny book. (I still have to read 7.5 pages somewhere in the middle of the book but ya know, I'll do that tommorow. I think.). This whole book is composed of letters written by the characters to one another, that's just basically how to story is told. And lemme tell ya, their lives are intertwined in SUCH a complex way!

As my French terrible I did not fully understand this novel and so I cannot write a good and thorough review on it. However, I DID notice that the language was very poetic and there were some beautiful quotes in it. I feel like this book had a powerful message but again, I did not understand enough to really get it.
I think that it was something like:
-Spend time with those around you, as you never know when they'll be gone for good.
and this:
-Forgiveness and accept those in your life who care for you, open your heart and let them in.

I hope this makes sense and that it is correct.
The characters were very very complex and each of them has had a lot of shit in their lives and still deals with the consequences everyday. I feel like Stephanie underwent a COMPLETE transformation by the end of novel and I am so proud of her.

All in all this wasn't that bad of a book, it was actually quite good. However, because of my shitty French I was not able to fully enjoy this book which is sad to be honest. So I think I'll give this book a second try in let's say 2 years.

[Emanuela · Rating 2 out of 5]

Breve romanzo di genere epistolare esordio per questa autrice.
Ovviamente l’ho letto in italiano ma qui l’edizione non esiste.
Nonostante il numero ridotto di pagine, i temi delicati in questo libretto sono diversi: l’adozione, il suicidio, la malattia e la morte, l’attaccamento e la ricerca delle proprie origini.
Riescono in maniera eccezionale ad essere trattati da punti di vista diversi, soprattutto per quanto riguarda l’adozione e la difficoltà di instaurare un legame tra genitori e figli adottivi, sia da parte degli uni che dell’altro, ma anche per la difficile scelta di dare in adozione un bambino, con eventuali pentimenti nel futuro.
Le protagoniste sono tutte donne di diverse generazioni che si mandano delle lettere a causa del recente avvenimento della scelta di Anne Vallio di ritrovare la figlia Stephanie data in adozione circa vent’anni prima.
Le figure maschili che compaiono sono solo marginali.
Purtroppo qui è tutto molto tragico, forse troppo, al punto che la sensazione che ne rimane è di artificiosità, di iper drammaticità a tutti i costi.
Non male ma non capisco la scelta di trattare tutti questi argomenti in così poche pagine che ovviamente non bastano per farlo in maniera adeguata.

[Gabriela · Rating 3 out of 5]

3½