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Do ostatnich dni. Zapis życia, choroby i wszystkiego, co przychodzi później
Julie Yip-Williams
240 reviews for:
Do ostatnich dni. Zapis życia, choroby i wszystkiego, co przychodzi później
Julie Yip-Williams
warning: you will probably cry big snotty tears throughout this book.
I have read a couple of books similar to this one- The Bright Hour and When Breath Becomes Air- both of which I found really powerful and made me weep at times. This book, to me, was not in the same league as those, perhaps because it originated as a blog rather than as a book. That said, the author's life story is a compelling one and her depiction of her experience with cancer an honest one.
This is a book that will definitely stay on my mind for a while. It is, of course, very sad. The author's older daughter is about my daughter's age and I can not imagine going through what this family has gone through. One of the criticisms of this book was that it was a bit disjointed and not always linear, and I agree with that and thought those thoughts as I read it. However it was based on blog entries and personal journals so it makes sense that it reads that way. That aspect of it didn't bother me. For me the message is more important than the structure of the book (and honestly I thought the writing was good). The author handled her life and the end of it with grace, and I think her faith is an afterlife/reincarnation definitely helped with that.
emotional
inspiring
medium-paced
challenging
dark
emotional
slow-paced
reflective
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
sad
medium-paced
emotional
informative
inspiring
reflective
sad
fast-paced
I love reading books about death and dying. Four years ago I went through surgery and treatment for Stage III cancer, so the fear of dying is no stranger to me. But I'm still alive, so I try not to judge others for their own experiences. And of course I loved that Julie was writing for her family.
I want to feel some connection with fellow cancer suffers, and I confess to loving a good cry. Catharsis. But I felt nothing. I didn't like Julie. And I hated her use of cliches, hated the frequent references to “the slutty second wife”, hated her judgment of how other people deal with their own impending death, hated her constantly bringing up how money was no object for them...
I am sorry her life was brief. We don't have to be all things to all people, and this book was obviously much-loved by many people.
ps I also felt sorry for the violin teacher being burdened with the responsibility of turning out a child prodigy. Maybe she's busy/has mental or physical health issues/family issues/etc. Maybe she just wants to sit and watch Netflix at the end of her day and not have the responsibility of fulfilling a dying woman's wish. Ugh.
I want to feel some connection with fellow cancer suffers, and I confess to loving a good cry. Catharsis. But I felt nothing. I didn't like Julie. And I hated her use of cliches, hated the frequent references to “the slutty second wife”, hated her judgment of how other people deal with their own impending death, hated her constantly bringing up how money was no object for them...
I am sorry her life was brief. We don't have to be all things to all people, and this book was obviously much-loved by many people.
ps I also felt sorry for the violin teacher being burdened with the responsibility of turning out a child prodigy. Maybe she's busy/has mental or physical health issues/family issues/etc. Maybe she just wants to sit and watch Netflix at the end of her day and not have the responsibility of fulfilling a dying woman's wish. Ugh.