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The Return: Fathers, Sons and the Land in Between by Hisham Matar
4.0
A beguilingly written memoir yet it is so suffocating to read. I was mostly in awe for the his impeccable proses but sometimes got lost in many of his intertwining flashbacks. And truthfully, the intricacy in his writings was sometimes difficult for me to fathom and I had to read a few more times.
Nonetheless, together with the writer, I felt the agonising suffering he had encountered. More frightening and despicable than that is, several Libyans had to endure these actual torturous events and many had been brutally killed.
Nonetheless, together with the writer, I felt the agonising suffering he had encountered. More frightening and despicable than that is, several Libyans had to endure these actual torturous events and many had been brutally killed.
When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi
3.0
Apart from some unfamiliar medical terms (what do you expect, you’re reading a doctor’s memoir, duh!), it was a smooth read. When Breath Becomes Air told Paul’s early college years to his life as a neurosurgeon then to the quick decline as a cancer patient. His long love for literature and how he became passionate about neurosurgery were told beautifully. And at the same time, tragically and painfully, have to read through his battle for the cancer.
As I was reading this book, 36 is a young number, I said to myself. Regardless of what understanding I have had on death doesn’t choose based on age, I somehow feel that 36 is still a young age to die. When Paul found out he had a terminally ill disease, he tried to venture some of the things he liked to do. He went back to his old love literature and started writing a few articles, he finished his residency, he had a daughter, he wrote this book! I started questioning myself that if I know I only have a few years left to live, what would or should I be doing?
As I was reading this book, 36 is a young number, I said to myself. Regardless of what understanding I have had on death doesn’t choose based on age, I somehow feel that 36 is still a young age to die. When Paul found out he had a terminally ill disease, he tried to venture some of the things he liked to do. He went back to his old love literature and started writing a few articles, he finished his residency, he had a daughter, he wrote this book! I started questioning myself that if I know I only have a few years left to live, what would or should I be doing?