A year ago, I picked up a book, “Chanson Douce,” that I’ve thought about pretty much ever
The baby is dead. The little girl soon will be too. There is screaming from upstairs.
“The baby is dead. It only took a few seconds,” so begins Lullaby.
“And then time started to drag; the clocklike perfection of the family mechanism became j
Reading French-Moroccan author Leïla Slimani’s spine-tingling Prix Goncourt-winning novel
If you’ve ever been paid to look after someone else’s children – and I have – then you wi
In New York in 2012, in a case that cast a chill over wealthy Manhattan, a young brother