I can't finish The Secret Daughter. It sucks. I can't stand it. As
an adoptive mother, I am put off that the author did not do her
homework and bother to use any proper adoption language. She leaves
the reader, thus far, assuming that adopted children are
incomplete. That they do not find satisfaction or fulfillment in
being adopted. That they will always wonder who they are. Well ...
politely put, PISH POSH!
There's the feeling that an adoptive mother will always long for
their "real" child and that the adoptive child will always long for
their "true" family.
And I really don't like that the adoptive mother pretty much
doesn't even allow anything culturally related to that of her
husband and adoptive daughter into her life, or even her home. Talk
about self centered.
I like to read to relax in the evening. I've been avoiding reading
for weeks because I hate this book. I'm not finishing this book. So
perhaps the ending is something worth reading to, but at this point
in my very busy life, I'd rather forget about it and read something
else more fulfilling to me.