In an era when we're doing so much work to correct narrow and harmful views about womanhood, and motherhood specifically, Toni Halleen does a disservice to her subject by using it for paranoia fodder. As a mode of storytelling, I believe that thrillers are amoral. I don't think they always mistreat their subject matter. But I do think that Halleen wrote this book by simply reaching again and again for the most easily accessible thrill in her story, and because motherhood is such a laden, complex subject, what this easy grab effected was a sort of erasure.
There are a ton of anxieties that accompany surrogacy, of course. We do not yet have a clear social structure to support families who choose surrogacy, so it's an anxious thing. Anxieties about the validity of a woman who chooses to have children through a surrogate. Fear that the surrogate could run away with the baby. Those are anxieties we have seen before.
What would have been cool is if she had named those fears, and dismantled them. Told her readers, yes, your fears are valid and seen, but there is another way to think about this. Instead what she did was paint Callie, the surrogate, as unstable and selfish, and Ruth, the receiving mother, as also unstable and self-centered, but make it fashion. There was no nuance to these women. They were the nightmare caricatures of women we imagine to be in these situations, but any sense of the real lived experiences of women who carry out complex social interactions with grace and dignity has been elided. The hopes of readers who want surrogacy to be a dignifying thing are buried in the wash of paranoia.
Extremely disappointed in Toni Halleen, who, if her dust jacket tells the truth, should know better from her years of dedicated women's studies. Hopefully her next book will be a "just kidding, here's the real inner lives of these women you thought were crazy."