English-language-enthusiast-turned-jaded-lawyer Cindy Kichlklug becomes legal counsel to the True Foods Project. This eccentric band of radical food advocates wants to sue the dairy industry; quirky mathematician Eddie Fishman has statistically proven milk consumption provides no scientific health benefits. (In fact, imbibing a different species’ natural milk product is kind of weird.) While Cindy sips lattes and makes cheesecake slices disappear in private, she pours her professional efforts into lactose intolerant culinary crusades. What she discovers can only be described as cowtastrophic truths.
Soaked with conspiracy theories, milk thugs, Vegans, and soy milk, Cindy finds herself following anti-diary rogue Tom Logan around the Beltway and greater Washington, D.C. area. Her lactose cravings tempered by FDA approved mind control elements, she begins to engage with Bessy the cow, a psychic dolphin, and the freedom of soy.
Cindy’s story is bizarrely appetizing. Her skepticism of the plot and her sarcastic retorts reflect the reader’s experience and keep the book lively. Andrew Thomas Breslin writes well. Spilling drops of etymological flavor and milky quotes enriches an interesting read. The novel explains why there’s no reason to cry over spilt milk. Mother’s Milk makes you seriously reconsider FDA regulations and nutritional integrity when asking the question ‘got milk?’
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