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WINNER OF THE SAPIR PRIZE 2022'A mesmerising, disquieting tale of family estrangement . Unforgettable' OBSERVER'A striking and memorable novel' MEG WOLITZER'A stone-cold masterwork of psychological tension. Its final pages had me holding my breath' NEW YORK TIMES'Hila Blum is my new favourite writer' LOUISE KENNEDY-------------------------------------------What damage do we do in the blindness of love?Thousands of miles from her home, a woman stands on a dark street, peeking through well-lit windows at two little girls. They are the daughters of her only daughter, the grandchildren she's never met.At the centre of this mesmerising story is the woman's quest to understand how a relationship that began in bliss - a mother besotted with her only child - arrived at a point of such unfathomable distance. Weaving back and forth in time, she unravels memories and long-buried feelings, retracing the infinite acts of parental care, each so mundane and apparently benign, that together may have undermined what she most treasured.With exquisite psychological precision, Blum traces the seemingly insignificant missteps and deceptions of family life, where it's possible to cross the line between protectiveness and possession without even seeing it - and it's uncertain whether, or how, we can find our way back.-------------------------------------------'When I read this book, I felt ... that a new and wonderful occurrence has transpired in Israeli literature' Neri Livne, Haaretz

'A striking and memorable novel. With single-minded intensity, How to Love Your Daughter reckons with parent-child boundaries: the ones that are clear, and the ones that are sometimes hazy, or dangerously nonexistent' Meg WolitzerA woman stands on a dark street, thousands of kilometers from her home in Israel, and peeks through the windows of a home in a city in northern Holland. The two little girls she sees through the window are her granddaughters, whom she has never met, the daughters of her only daughter. At the center of this brilliant novel is a small family - mother, daughter, and father, in this order, a family whose mistakes, made in the name of love, accumulate gradually to create an unforgettable psychological drama. With clarity and sharpness, Hila Blum examines the delicate crevices of a mother's love for her daughter, those that we want to see and those that we would rather deny. Blum draws an intimate road map which exposes the limits of our capacity to direct and to control the fate of our children.'When I read this book, I felt . . . that a new and wonderful occurrence has transpired in Israeli literature' Neri Livne, Haaretz

WINNER OF THE SAPIR PRIZE 2022'A mesmerising, disquieting tale of family estrangement . Unforgettable' OBSERVER'A striking and memorable novel' MEG WOLITZER'A stone-cold masterwork of psychological tension. Its final pages had me holding my breath' NEW YORK TIMES'Hila Blum is my new favourite writer' LOUISE KENNEDY-------------------------------------------What damage do we do in the blindness of love?Thousands of miles from her home, a woman stands on a dark street, peeking through well-lit windows at two little girls. They are the daughters of her only daughter, the grandchildren she's never met.At the centre of this mesmerising story is the woman's quest to understand how a relationship that began in bliss - a mother besotted with her only child - arrived at a point of such unfathomable distance. Weaving back and forth in time, she unravels memories and long-buried feelings, retracing the infinite acts of parental care, each so mundane and apparently benign, that together may have undermined what she most treasured.With exquisite psychological precision, Blum traces the seemingly insignificant missteps and deceptions of family life, where it's possible to cross the line between protectiveness and possession without even seeing it - and it's uncertain whether, or how, we can find our way back.-------------------------------------------'When I read this book, I felt ... that a new and wonderful occurrence has transpired in Israeli literature' Neri Livne, Haaretz