~ We often associate letter writing to aesthetics of life. Writing letters seems a classic thing to do yet we love it when someone writes a meaningful, genuine, piece for us. Words comfort us when we least expect them to, perhaps. For people like me who stumble on words, we appreciate whatever little is addressed to us because we know how courageous it is to write your heart out genuinely.

~ Letters I Never Sent, is a diverse 98 paged intricately woven composition of letters addressed to womanhood, motherhood, & the essence of life as it shifts around women while they’re judged for the choices they make to their discovering motherhood amidst exhaustion, post baby body, sleeplessness & ultimately discovering their individuality amidst the multiple roles expected of them after being mothers. “I am a woman before mother,” writes author. Rightly so. Being a mother of two lovely girls, the author has addressed girls living their youth, stumbling, learning & growing out of everything they have gone through. Because that’s life, isn’t it? As the author acknowledges, “life isn’t linear, it’s disjointed collection of fragments.”

~ Each page of this book actually feels like a sealed envelope waiting to be opened & read. The writing style is so gentle, so effortless, that you actually feel her sincerity towards the essence of being woman & mother in her own space, taking time with each phase overwhelmed yet brave, patient, learning & accepting. The gentleness that comes after living terrible wars. “And I must learn to live with half my heart outside.”

~ All in all, this book is one you could go back to at any time for the ease with which each letter is written. The individuality of mothers which is often overlooked is given a graceful space. It did made me think for my mother. A little more. ❤

~ Overall, a lovely read for a debut book, one she has written to recollect her experiences, to remember, to share.
Also,this was a single sitting read.