I started this last night and finished it today; an easy read, then, and an enjoyable one. The narrator obviously had an eventful, eccentric and seemingly enjoyable childhood, with her bohemian mother taking her and her sister to North Africa, where she met interesting people. Something I noticed was that Freud writes in quite an adult way about herself as a child; I kept having to remind myself that she must have only been about four or five when the events were taking place. This did not distract from the book, I just find it curious. I'm not sure how easy it would be to write as a five year old girl, though. I wonder what happened next to Esther?
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