This is not just a book. This is not just a story.
This is an experience — a visceral and brutally emotional experience. It doesn’t walk on eggshells to address the very real turbulence and turmoil that comes with the prospect of losing someone to cancer. All the rage, all the anger, and all the despair…
F-ing hell, if ever there was something that tore your heart to shreds for the angry catharsis of it all, it’s this book.
And it’s all the better for it. It’s all the more tragically beautiful for it. The more you embrace the emotions this book wants you to feel, no matter how difficult and how painful, the more closure you’ll get at the end of the book — the more healed you will likely come out at its end.
Sometimes, I think, you need to be broken down in order to be built back up.
On a side note, the illustrations of this novel are wonderful, but if you get the chance, give the audiobook a try. The great Jason Isaacs narrates it to perfection, and does far more than just “doing this book justice”…he truly brings it to life. There are also points where I felt bad because the poor man’s throat must have been truly shredded after reading certain chapters.