Ninon, Edited

By: Ellen Kent

Narrated by: Moe Egan

This novel is about a girl's journey to maintain her authentic self to adulthood regardless of attempts to alter her core.

Brooklyn, 1942

Leah was awakened from a deep sleep by the wails of a screaming baby. Cupping her hands over her ears to muffle the sounds, which were a cross between a howling cat in heat and the chortling of a hyena, was no match for the insistent noise. It was as if her hands were mere fishnets with open holes, trying to barricade the continual oncoming assault from the baby's lungs.

Rolling over, Leah tried to find the time on the windup clock next to the bed, but the sun hadn't risen. Even the constant rhythms of the ticktock were drowned out, and she fumbled to turn on the lights to read the clock. The bright light from the lamp went through her brain like a saber: 4:03 a.m. Lying there in despair, she was relieved when, all of a sudden, there was silence.

Pulling the blankets over her head, she tried to return to sleep, to no avail. The lamplights, coupled with the continual crying, had created the beginning of a massive migraine. She lay on the couch, knowing the next occurrence.

As if by clockwork, Shanna waddled into the living room, eight months pregnant with baby number three.

"Sorry. She must be teething."

Leah's future flashed before her eyes.

©2024 Ellen Kent (P)2025 Ellen Kent

Ouch!

I'm sure there are mothers like Leah, but I found it painful to read about how badly a mother can treat a child. And Leah's husband, while much kinder to his daughter, stood by? What a blessing that little Ninon found other adults to parent her in a more positive way. I loved all the familiar details about the period (Princess phones, etc), and I was happily reminded about the resilience of the human spirit. Top notch Audible reader too.