Preservation (The Walshes, #7)

by Kate Canterbary

But I didn't live to contradict my mother. There was nothing wonderful about gradually discovering that we had little in common, and then struggling through years of trying to bend each other to different angles.

My life experience in a nutshell

We were affectionate like an intramural softball team. Sloppy and a little silly, and with no real purpose beyond our own amusement.