I’ve now read three chapters of Mr. Tatum’s The Mommy Machine. I rarely actually “read” books these days, as the audio version better suites my lifestyle. This draft has captured me. I end up with a lump in my throat during each chapter. Here we have this loving, bereft, lost father who is having to make both subtle and gross adjustments during a time when grief wants to dominate. Between the father-daughter nicknames and Chloe’s questions, I’m loving (and feeling somewhat protective of) this relationship. Yes I want more!