I have just finished reading a memoir written by Dylan Thomas' daughter, Aeronwy. It is about her tumultuous childhood living in the boathouse, and the adventures she gets up to, at Laugharne in Wales. The problems caused by her father's drinking and her mother's temper were written about with no malice - just acceptance - in childhood we just seem to go with what is normal for us. Aeronwy adored her father and this shines through in her writing. What surprised me though, was at the end of the book, when she was writing about his death, she showed almost no emotion. It somehow left me feeling cheated.
