It’s made up of notes that are left between mother and daughter on the fridge. I imagine a modern take would be done via texts or social media posts, but the sentiment still holds.
With all the social and emotional happenings in Claire’s young life, and the day-to-day mania of her single mother’s life, we learn of love, loss, and the common misconception of how we should be spending our time. Especially when we can’t be sure how much of it is left.
Through these letters and the duo’s absence of connection, we understand its value. Though it is arguably a little far fetched in terms of plot, it will only take about an hour to read, so a lovely (and also tragic) commute-read or a palate cleanser between big reads!