
“We imagined we knew everything the other thought, even when we did not necessarily want to know it, but in fact, I have come to see, we knew not the smallest fraction of what there was to know.”

“We imagined we knew everything the other thought, even when we did not necessarily want to know it, but in fact, I have come to see, we knew not the smallest fraction of what there was to know.”

The perfect book after “For One More Day” (Albom)


I loved this book so much on different levels for different reasons, one being the love between a mother and a son (I have two who are grown with their own families). It should be especially meaningful to those continuing to grieve the loss for someone they have loved deeply and feel their continuing presence. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I enjoyed this novella that I listened to via audiobook.
4/5

#5JoysFriday
1) poetry
2)PJ day at HS
3) Advent reading/refection
4)#MidWinterSolace
5)#ChristmasCrimeChallenge

Bud is an obit writer who publishes his own obit while drinking one night. He's has a string of bad experiences that lead him to question what he's doing in his life. The snarky early chapters are given more depth when we meet his best friend, Tim. The female character is in the "manic pixie dreamgirl" category, & never feels real to me. The dialogue & unpacking of past trauma was moving, the arrested development midlife crisis man was less so.

It‘s difficult to explain why this book is so engaging, not gratuitous or emotionally manipulative. But quiet, reflective, and yes, at times, funny. #bookspin @TheAromaofBooks