Another perfect book by Elena Ferrante on ambiguous and faltering motherhood and daughterhood.
Unfortunately, the film did not at all do the novel justice and missed out on a lot of nuance: the situatedness of the Neapolitan characters and events in Italy, neither the interiority nor the complex psychic dimensions (sympathetic, sensitive, selfish, etc) of Leda, the narrator, and the stories she tells herself to make sense of her own choices.
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