Don't Forget To Scream is a stunning, urgent, feminist masterpiece. Many of the essays brought me to tears, and I had to give myself breaks between them to digest their beauty and wisdom and insight before moving onto the next. In a world where motherhood is simultaneously deified and scorned, Levy expertly stitches together what this jarring juxtaposition means for the internal lives of women navigating this. She's brave enough to tell the truth about the daily conflicts between overwhelming love and overwhelming grief at the loss of self - conflicts that are rarely allowed to sit alongside each other, let alone felt within a five minute period. She's angry enough to speak out about the depraved normalisation of gynaecological violence, and the endless other ways mothers are failed by the government and societal expectations. And yet she also writes so beautifully about the overwhelming wonder of having children - the joys, the love, the laughter, and the true magic. So many mothers will see themselves in this book. And anyone who has ever rolled their eyes while a mother struggles to get a buggy onto the bus needs to read it too.

A masterclass in empathy. I'm buying copies for everyone I know.