In the midst of a mysterious environmental crisis, as London is submerged below flood waters, a woman gives birth to her first child, Z. Days later, the family are forced to leave their home in search of safety. As they move from place to place, shelter to shelter, their journey traces both fear and wonder as Z’s small fists grasp at the things he sees, as he grows and stretches, thriving and content against all the odds.
This is a story of new motherhood in a terrifying setting: a familiar world made dangerous and unstable, its people forced to become refugees. Startlingly beautiful, Megan Hunter’s The End We Start From is a gripping novel that paints an imagined future as realistic as it is frightening. And yet, though the country is falling apart around them, this family’s world – of new life and new hope – sings with love. – Goodreads.com
I received this book free from the publisher via netgalley.com in exchange for an honest review.
I’m going to start off by saying this book wasn’t for me. In terms of layout, vagueness and no names, it just wasn’t my “style”. I’m also not a very maternal person, I’ve never been a mother and I have no desire to be one and never have so I don’t connect on that level, either. While I understand it, I don’t feel it.
That being said, the writing is poetic and slow, it feels like reading a waltz. I do think that this would be a beautiful and gentle read for mothers who have experienced tragedy, for fathers or aunts or uncles or grandparents who want to see things from the inside.