Once in a while, if you're lucky, you find a book that fits so perfectly into your life that it seems sent by God. This book is that for me. It's about mothers and daughters, about loss, about words, about family, about the unspeakable. It brought pain, but it also brought comfort. It's a book I wish I had written. It's a book I'd give to every woman who, as an adult, loses her mother. It makes me want to find Reeve Lindbergh and thank her. ( )

Sad and lovely. A daughter's loving observations of her mother's slow death. ( )

I read this a couple of years ago, and it just popped up on the recommendations page.
It is a lovely book - it tells of the final days of Anne Morrow Lindberg, mother of Reeve. ( )

What a wonderful book this is! In her later years, Anne Lindbergh's youngest child, her daughter Reeve, moved her to Vermont in order to give quality care. Building a house on the property of their farm, Reeve and her husband Nat, devoted time and love to Anne.

While the other family members frequently visited, it was Reeve who was responsible for the day to day existence of Anne. This is Reeve's story of the sadness, the humor and the daily reflection of communicating with her mother.

Crediting the round-the-clock care takers, Reeve acknowledged that this was not something the average family could afford. Fortunately, the family was not alone in assisting Anne.

With the backdrop of the beauty of living in rural Vermont, and told in exceedingly powerful words that captured the feelings and thoughts of trying to communicate with a mother who, because of a series of strokes, and Alzheimer's disease, verbal communication was limited and confusing.

Childlike and stubborn, periodically Anne's actions were difficult to cope with and to understand. Reflecting on the life of the wife of Charles Lindberg, using some of the poems and works of Anne, this book shines from the first to the last page.

Highly recommended!! ( )

A respectful look at Anne Morrow Lindbergh's last year and a half, No More Words is as much or more about her daughter Reeve, who writes about this time with a lot of delicacy. The book has a way of pulling you in, especially the quiet moments between mother and daughter. As well-intentioned as the book is, though, I wondered at times if Mrs. Lindbergh would have wanted her decline to be presented to the world at large in this way. I'm glad I read it, but I wasn't always comfortable reading it. ( )