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A review by sandiet
When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi
1.0
First I will say that i know it's bad to speak ill of the dead but....
This book had been on my radar for awhile and I finally bumped it up because it was going to be my local library's bookclub read. (turns out their timing didn't match mine but I read the book nevertheless).
I, unlike many others did not enjoy this book at all. I did not like Paul Kalanithi. To me (and this is my opinion to which we are all entitled) he came off as pompous, egotistical and self important. If this book had been written more about how he and his family chose to deal with his terminal cancer it could have been much better. Instead he spent the first part of this book writing about all the years he spent studying to become a neurosurgeon and now he'd never get to fully realize his potential and what a loss that was for the medical field. It really took everything I had to finish it and I probably only did because it was a small book. The best part of the book was the epilogue written by his wife, she at least felt warm and personable. Without her input this book would be cold and clinical.
This book had been on my radar for awhile and I finally bumped it up because it was going to be my local library's bookclub read. (turns out their timing didn't match mine but I read the book nevertheless).
I, unlike many others did not enjoy this book at all. I did not like Paul Kalanithi. To me (and this is my opinion to which we are all entitled) he came off as pompous, egotistical and self important. If this book had been written more about how he and his family chose to deal with his terminal cancer it could have been much better. Instead he spent the first part of this book writing about all the years he spent studying to become a neurosurgeon and now he'd never get to fully realize his potential and what a loss that was for the medical field. It really took everything I had to finish it and I probably only did because it was a small book. The best part of the book was the epilogue written by his wife, she at least felt warm and personable. Without her input this book would be cold and clinical.