For some strange reason, I never thought I would be forty. At the age of twenty, I used to imagine myself at thirty living with the love of my life surrounded by many children, or at sixty making apple pie with my grandchildren, I, who is not good at frying an egg, but I might learn. Or even in the eighty old old woman drinking whiskey with her friends. But I never imagined myself at forty, not even at fifty. And here I am today at my mother's funeral. Moreover, I am forty years old. I don't know how things got to this point
This is how the novel opens, as the heroine wakes up to the news of her mother’s death, that woman who did not discover the intensity of her attachment to her and her influence in all the details of her life until after her loss, as if death is an alarm ringing the hour of leaving the maternal phase, so the character starts searching for herself among those who remain for her in life, Lovers, friends and children.
"This too will pass" by the Catalan writer Milena Busquets, a novel haunted by questions of time that strips man and exposes his fragility to put him in the face of his fate. Nothing remains the same and preserves its truth except absence.
Number of pages of the novel: 176
