This is such a delicious read; the book to curl up with when you want a book to get lost in, that you can't put down and that you just have to read one more chapter of before you have to get dinner started. It's a beautifully crafted story of a young girl, who is a mother and wants a mother. She has emigrated from London to Sydney with a new baby and is a stranger in the strange land, both of Australia and Motherhood. And then there is the lovely Phil, who is the mother we all wished we had had or had been; a mother whose nest is empty, but still has mothering to give. And a baby so beautifully described that I could almost smell him. Indeed it is the tiny mundane details of everyday life so acutely observed that give this book such a kind and gentle air as it's tale unfolds. We are longing to mother Abi ourselves by half way through it and silently cheer her valiant efforts to make her life work and hold our breath as she tries to resolve the many naive mistakes she makes over things large and small. As a clever counterpoise to all the sunshine where the archetypal mother figure of Phil lives in a well-to-do Sydney suburb, is Abi's real mother, who is a sick and mentally ill recluse living in a slum in a cold and dark never-ending winter of decline in London. In an ironic twist, she is the mother who needs mothering. Just like a child she is self-absorbed and needing to be looked after. The ending is both sad and joyously happy with a denouement that most readers will not have seen coming, which is a delight in itself. I both laughed and cried when I read You Be Mother and there are not many books over which I have done that. The ending ties all the story lines and characters together in a most clever and satisfactory way. You will find yourself smiling as you finish the last sentence and gently close its covers. Delicious.