Pip Murdoch has written a searingly honest memoir about growing up in the nineteen sixties, and what it was like to give up a child for adoption in the face of limited choices and moral disapproval of unmarried mothers.
The search for her son, years after his birth, is a poignant, often heartbreaking account of a search that reads like a page-turning detective story.
Anyone who has been affected by the adoption triangle, and there are many of us in New Zealand, will find this a compulsive read, and be touched by its compassionate approach to every aspect of the process and the people involved, whether it be the adoptee, birth parents, or adoptive parents, and the legacy of the practice. Above all, it is an extraordinary and vivid testament to an era.