Some say that books are a temporary tomb for our intimate joys and wounds. For Clothilde Delacroix, this book is above all the site of an archeological dig. As she flounders between the drive to live and the looming presence of death, the author lays claim to her traumatic past, page after page: a nearly fatal pregnancy, a body dispossessed by medicine, and the constant menace of a cruel curse. Through bright watercolors and symbolic and comical imagery, Clothilde Delacroix tells a very personal story of self-reconciliation that is also universal: the story of a mother in the making.