Some moms are very good. Take my mom, for instance. She’s the best, and I am a thankless little gremlin who is constantly forgetting to load the dishwasher and quite simply doesn’t deserve her.
Other moms are not so good. To give you an example of this, I had a friend growing up whose mom wouldn’t let her watch SpongeBob. I know now that this is not even CLOSE to the worst thing in the world, but when I was seven it felt like the kind of human rights violation the UN would want to hear about.
Anyway, it’s the same with literature. Literature is just chock full of moms both good and bad. Here are some of them, ranked from best to worst.