دانلود رمان انگلیسی “یک مادر بد”

Writing this book may have been a bad idea. This thought first crossed my mind the summer of 2023, when I was at my husband’s boss’s birthday party in Vermont. Our two kids—Harry, then six, and Marco, age ten months—were with us, and the entire evening was a performance of dutiful wifedom, chuckling at jokes and expressing intense interest in other people’s kitchen renovations. I tried to maintain a balance between getting as buzzed as possible and making sure that my children did not run into the road and get dragged underneath a Green Party voter’s Subaru. At one point, I was talking to a middle-aged couple when they asked, with the routine manner of a dentist asking a patient to open wide, what I did for a living. They were from Arizona, a state that, prior to this meeting, I did not fully believe existed outside the context of the caffeinated beverage brand and the 1987 romantic comedy Can’t Buy Me Love.
“I’m a writer,” I said. “In fact, I just sold my first book.”
“Wonderful!” they said. “And what is it about?”
“Bad moms,” I responded breezily.
Within a single second, I watched their eyes flicker to me, holding a glass of rosé, to Marco in his BabyBjörn, going to town on a piece of Camembert, then back to me again. Their expressions took on a different cast. They looked as if I had just announced, with great pomp and circumstance, that I had to retire to the facilities to empty out my DIVA Cup.