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A review by pagepixie
Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom
emotional
informative
inspiring
slow-paced
5.0
This book feels like it’s something everyone needs to read.
“He was intent on proving that “dying” was not synonymous with “useless”.”
A hateful, one star review on goodreads says “this book reads like a series of greeting cards” or something to that effect. I like that. I agree, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing. Greeting cards, most cards, are given to people in special unique moments of their lives. But they only exist because so many people go through those unique moments. Maybe we should appreciate those cards more than we do when we toss them in a drawer for a few weeks, months, years, and throw them in the garbage.
It’s hard for me to attribute a star rating to this book, it seems entirely against the point of it. How can you attribute a star rating to someone’s experience with life and dying? And at risk of sounding impermanent (I need a good joke after all these tears), how do say “hmm you lived and died okay, but it could have used more salt.”
But as the point for me is to leave others with a sense of familiarity, love, and maybe direction, I will give it 5 stars in the hopes it will encourage others to read it too.
If this book tells the reader anything, it’s that they are not alone. Maybe some might not think that’s very profound and if that’s the case I think you’re very lucky, or perhaps very unlucky. I think I feel lonely at least once a day. Sometimes in the moments I’m surrounded by the most people. While reading this book, I felt less alone. I felt like someone understood what I felt and had conquered it. If you don’t like this book maybe you’ve never felt that way (lucky) or maybe you do and can’t face it (unlucky).
Still, I think I read this book in a perfect moment. Not only do I appreciate Morrie’s aphorisms, and encouragement to embrace love and death in order to live life to the fullest, but I also appreciate how lost Mitch Albom seemed to be when he reconnected with Morrie.
“What happened to me?” He asks himself. How did I get here? How is this my daily life? When did I give up on my dreams, beliefs, and values? I think we all ask ourselves these questions. I hope Mitch found himself changed for the better. This book doesn’t necessarily give you the answers to these questions. It can’t because we all have different answers. It doesn’t answer the meaning of life because it can’t. We’ll always be searching for it. What it does give you, is one man’s experience with life and dying and the things he felt mattered most to him in the end. Maybe it could have said more.
Maybe if you read this book, you can finally make yourself answer those questions for yourself. And hopefully, you’ll actually do something with those answers. Hopefully, I do too.
“He was intent on proving that “dying” was not synonymous with “useless”.”
A hateful, one star review on goodreads says “this book reads like a series of greeting cards” or something to that effect. I like that. I agree, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing. Greeting cards, most cards, are given to people in special unique moments of their lives. But they only exist because so many people go through those unique moments. Maybe we should appreciate those cards more than we do when we toss them in a drawer for a few weeks, months, years, and throw them in the garbage.
It’s hard for me to attribute a star rating to this book, it seems entirely against the point of it. How can you attribute a star rating to someone’s experience with life and dying? And at risk of sounding impermanent (I need a good joke after all these tears), how do say “hmm you lived and died okay, but it could have used more salt.”
But as the point for me is to leave others with a sense of familiarity, love, and maybe direction, I will give it 5 stars in the hopes it will encourage others to read it too.
If this book tells the reader anything, it’s that they are not alone. Maybe some might not think that’s very profound and if that’s the case I think you’re very lucky, or perhaps very unlucky. I think I feel lonely at least once a day. Sometimes in the moments I’m surrounded by the most people. While reading this book, I felt less alone. I felt like someone understood what I felt and had conquered it. If you don’t like this book maybe you’ve never felt that way (lucky) or maybe you do and can’t face it (unlucky).
Still, I think I read this book in a perfect moment. Not only do I appreciate Morrie’s aphorisms, and encouragement to embrace love and death in order to live life to the fullest, but I also appreciate how lost Mitch Albom seemed to be when he reconnected with Morrie.
“What happened to me?” He asks himself. How did I get here? How is this my daily life? When did I give up on my dreams, beliefs, and values? I think we all ask ourselves these questions. I hope Mitch found himself changed for the better. This book doesn’t necessarily give you the answers to these questions. It can’t because we all have different answers. It doesn’t answer the meaning of life because it can’t. We’ll always be searching for it. What it does give you, is one man’s experience with life and dying and the things he felt mattered most to him in the end. Maybe it could have said more.
Maybe if you read this book, you can finally make yourself answer those questions for yourself. And hopefully, you’ll actually do something with those answers. Hopefully, I do too.