letmesleep 's review for:

The Unwinding of the Miracle: A Memoir of Life, Death, and Everything That Comes After by Julie Yip-Williams

2.0

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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.