The book recounts the quest of a young woman on the past of her mother, who has just died. A very painful past because it was suffering from manic depression. Why this beautiful woman, born after the war, in 1945, she was immersed in such agony? Delphine de Vigan delves into the family archives, questioning his relatives, sisters and brothers of his mother, his sister, his father. In spring, the appearance of a great joyous and turbulent bourgeois family. But this image is cracking as soon as Delphine de Vigan a little itchy: Alcoholism, fatal accidents, suicides, depression, such is the lot of this family model to the monstrous springs. Family, I hate you, I love you ... Family Delphine de Vigan sensitively balance between these two anthems. However, if I swallowed the book in one sitting, I feel a little uncomfortable, probably because this book extends a very current fashion which outweigh the self-indulgent and psychologizing stories. In this kind there it is above the lot, but it annoys me doleful side and bored. We want to tell the author that we all have our family secrets, all grandmothers somewhat crazy and absent fathers. I'm not sure that this type of reading is very painful to put in all hands, especially when itself suffers even a toxic family.