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Trauer ist das Glück, geliebt zu haben by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

kpezza's review against another edition

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emotional informative medium-paced

3.0

ines_santos's review against another edition

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4.0

I lost my dad too during this pandemic, so it's a bit relatable to me. Sweet memories, great lessons from our loved ones and a great and healthy way to talk about grief: feel it in your own way, rely on your closest ones and get used to cry and smile all at once!

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4.0

Me da lata ponerle calificación o reseña a los pensamientos de alguien de una experiencia personal. Creo que chimamanda escribe muy personalmente y eso me gusta. Aunque esto me dió pena :(

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challenging emotional reflective sad fast-paced

4.0

ladynoir_sai's review against another edition

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emotional reflective sad medium-paced

4.0

c100's review against another edition

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dark emotional hopeful reflective sad fast-paced

4.0

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4.0

Week 46 Book 39
Notes on grief by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Rating: 4/5

A collection of heartfelt notes by the author about losing her father, whom she was very close to. She talks about dealing with loss, death, grief, family, memories, and society. This hit hard as I lost dad recently too. I am a huge fan of Adichie, her writing always resonates with me. Do read!

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emotional reflective sad fast-paced

3.0

cricca's review against another edition

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reflective slow-paced

3.0

bbboeken's review against another edition

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1.0

Oh well. I have the same reflection as with Joan Didion's _The Year of Magical Thinking_. This short novella seems to be all about the author herself and not really about grief or the person who has passed on. It comes across as very self-centred or self-focussed in so much as that I could not find anything universal in it. Even though grief is very universal and at the same time very personal, but this held nothing of that, no dichotomy, no wrestling with broader issues, only me-me-me.

(Of the two, I very much preferred Didion, at least she doesn't pretend.)