ckwartler's review against another edition
4.0
Wow that was good. It was a quick read. A memoir about the author losing her daughter to illness at 5 years old. So raw and real and true. Highly recommend.
bookishuniverse's review
4.0
Great book on personal tragedy, much better and less self-indulgent than Year of [b:Magical Thinking|7815|The Year of Magical Thinking|Joan Didion|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1165644384s/7815.jpg|1659905] by far. The author keeps it simple but very personal and is someone who could be you. Also it only took me 2 hours to read so it's worth your time.
knitotr's review
4.0
Incredibly sad story, but very helpful to read about her grieving process to set my own in perspective.
rachelisblue's review
One of the most beautiful, heartbreaking books I have ever read.
misslynette's review against another edition
Struggling to come up with a rating for this memoir.
It made me deeply reflect on my parents'/brother's loss of my sister, Bonnie, when she was almost 6 years old. It made me realize the grief that must still live in my parents and their coping mechanisms.
The first day I read it I couldn't sleep at night, talked on the phone for about seven hours, and became wildly intoxicated. I've never seen myself crumble like that before. So I then put it down for a couple months.
When I picked it back up yesterday, as I'm on holiday, I didn't fall deeply into it. I really just wanted to finish it without getting annoyed at little things the author would mention. I know that if I had read it straight through my brain wouldn't have minded certain things.
Anyway, this book was horribly relateable and made me sob like a baby. That even one person can lose a child is sickening. And to think that my parents have survived and poured their love into me... I am uncontrollably crying just thinking about it.
I will leave this book unrated because how can I do otherwise, really.
It made me deeply reflect on my parents'/brother's loss of my sister, Bonnie, when she was almost 6 years old. It made me realize the grief that must still live in my parents and their coping mechanisms.
The first day I read it I couldn't sleep at night, talked on the phone for about seven hours, and became wildly intoxicated. I've never seen myself crumble like that before. So I then put it down for a couple months.
When I picked it back up yesterday, as I'm on holiday, I didn't fall deeply into it. I really just wanted to finish it without getting annoyed at little things the author would mention. I know that if I had read it straight through my brain wouldn't have minded certain things.
Anyway, this book was horribly relateable and made me sob like a baby. That even one person can lose a child is sickening. And to think that my parents have survived and poured their love into me... I am uncontrollably crying just thinking about it.
I will leave this book unrated because how can I do otherwise, really.
kickpleat's review
4.0
A heartbreaking story about grief. Every moment, every detail, every word and taste is relived over and over again. Ann Hood writes that when you suddenly lose your 5 year old daughter, time does not heal everything.
kimberly_w's review
5.0
So touching. I hate to think something sad like this happened to the author, but her courage in writing about it will help others who are going through something challenging, just to remind them that taking one day at a time is all they need to do.
nervousnighthawk's review against another edition
5.0
There's a reason I have only read this once before. It's impossible not to cry and feel so, so much for Ann Hood. I can't say much about the technical bits, her prose and whatnot, because it feels wrong and irrelevant to focus on the critical aspects when a topic is as big as this. (Not that the writing is bad at all, actually.) This is one of those books I find myself handling fragilely as I put it back.
I hope that Ann Hood and her family are doing well today, and that they have found comfort.
I hope that Ann Hood and her family are doing well today, and that they have found comfort.