This book found me when I was going through the darkest time of my life. I always had a thin book that talked to me when I thought I lost. ‘My Name is Lucy Barton’ is such a book for me. You won’t find the mesmerising fantasies, ornamental language or unexpected plot twists in this book. It is a normal story of a woman who has survived poverty and post-war hardships. You don’t have to go through all of her life. Her life is compressed into barely 200 pages and presented between a hospital-time conversation between the character and her mother. Somehow the book resonated with me more than anything. After a long time, I scribbled down lines from this book, that meant something to me. I felt for Lucy Barton and everything that happened in her life. The time she went through poverty, and how she faced the class difference in society. How she was herself, and how she learned new things. I have felt stuck in time and life but believed in the journey. When I look at Lucy Barton I some...