Bloomsbury presents I Couldn't Love You More by Esther Freud, read by Niamh Cusack. An unforgettable novel of mothers and daughters, wives and muses, secrets and outright lies 'Freud is a modern literary rarity: a born storyteller' THE TIMES 'Such a powerful book' RICHARD CURTIS 'Delivers an emotional punch that left me in tears' RACHEL JOYCE 'Utterly compelling' HANNAH ROTHSCHILD 'I couldn't love it more' POLLY SAMSON 'I loved this book' AMANDA CRAIG 'Completely, inspiringly wonderful' BARBARA TRAPIDO 'Breathtakingly beautiful' JULIET NICOLSON AN EVENING STANDARD BOOK OF 2021 Rosaleen is still a teenager, in the early Sixties, when she meets the famous sculptor Felix Lichtman. Felix is dangerous, bohemian, everything she dreamed of in the cold nights at her Catholic boarding school. And at first their life together is glitteringly romantic – drinking in Soho, journeying to Marseilles. But it's not long before Rosaleen finds herself fearfully, unexpectedly alone. Desperate, she seeks help from the only source she knows, the local priest, and is directed across the sea to Ireland on a journey that will seal her fate. Kate lives in Nineties London, stumbling through her unhappy marriage. But something has begun to stir in her. Close to breaking point, she sets off on a journey of her own, not knowing what she hopes to find. Aoife sits at her husband's bedside as he lies dying, and tells him the story of their marriage. But there is a crucial part of the story missing and time is running out. Aoife needs to know: what became of Rosaleen? Spanning three generations of women, I Couldn't Love You More is an unforgettable novel about love, motherhood, secrets and betrayal – and how only the truth can set us free.
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Freud's book unpicks the promise of liberation - who enjoys it, who pays the price ...The sharp intimacy of the writing is ... full of compassion and a profound decency
"[An] incredibly powerful story about mothers and daughters . . . . Interesting and really heartbreaking." - Elizabeth Egan, The New York Times Book Review's "Group Chat"
"Beautiful and insightful...As Freud delves into the three women's lives, the reader is taken on a journey of heartbreak as desperate actions taken to protect loved ones are revealed. This eloquent exploration of the ineffable ties between mothers and daughters delivers the goods." - Publishers Weekly (starred review)
"Braiding the lives of mothers and daughters in England and Ireland across three generations, Freud explores the joys, heartbreaks, and aching enigmas of family bonds...Freud's gifts for female empathy and fluid storytelling are fully evident in her ninth...the author's insight is apparent, both in her character studies and expression, as the ambiguity of the book's title demonstrates...A vivid, reliable saga of female experience." - Kirkus Reviews
"I Couldn't Love You More is a stirring portrayal of motherly love and familial and institutional abuse through the eyes of three generations of Irishwomen. . . . A masterpiece." - Historical Novel Society
"This is such a powerful book-it unravels a deep tragedy in three miraculously entwined stories, in three different times, mothers and daughters linked by sorrow and love. It's a gently told story of harsh, harsh events-a mystery story of separation and sorrow that is finally resolved with truth and warmth, but with no punches pulled. It's a book about shame and the evil men do, but also about strength and the possibility of salvation in the face of one of the great scandals of the last century." - Richard Curtis, screenwriter of Yesterday and Love Actually
"This exquisite family saga reads as a love letter between four generations of women. Everything is here; family ghosts, the bond between mothers and daughters, cruelty, endurance, the difficulty of love, and a faith in the possibility of healing - even after years of separation. This tender, elegant book delivers an emotional punch that left me in tears." - Rachel Joyce, author of The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry and Miss Benson's Beetle
"Beautiful and insightful...As Freud delves into the three women's lives, the reader is taken on a journey of heartbreak as desperate actions taken to protect loved ones are revealed. This eloquent exploration of the ineffable ties between mothers and daughters delivers the goods." - Publishers Weekly (starred review)
"Braiding the lives of mothers and daughters in England and Ireland across three generations, Freud explores the joys, heartbreaks, and aching enigmas of family bonds...Freud's gifts for female empathy and fluid storytelling are fully evident in her ninth...the author's insight is apparent, both in her character studies and expression, as the ambiguity of the book's title demonstrates...A vivid, reliable saga of female experience." - Kirkus Reviews
"I Couldn't Love You More is a stirring portrayal of motherly love and familial and institutional abuse through the eyes of three generations of Irishwomen. . . . A masterpiece." - Historical Novel Society
"This is such a powerful book-it unravels a deep tragedy in three miraculously entwined stories, in three different times, mothers and daughters linked by sorrow and love. It's a gently told story of harsh, harsh events-a mystery story of separation and sorrow that is finally resolved with truth and warmth, but with no punches pulled. It's a book about shame and the evil men do, but also about strength and the possibility of salvation in the face of one of the great scandals of the last century." - Richard Curtis, screenwriter of Yesterday and Love Actually
"This exquisite family saga reads as a love letter between four generations of women. Everything is here; family ghosts, the bond between mothers and daughters, cruelty, endurance, the difficulty of love, and a faith in the possibility of healing - even after years of separation. This tender, elegant book delivers an emotional punch that left me in tears." - Rachel Joyce, author of The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry and Miss Benson's Beetle