It’s been a long while since I found a book I really loved to read at bedtime until this week when I finally picked up this memoir I have been hearing about for so long:
I’m a long time reader of Joanna Goddard’s blog, Cup of Jo, and recall her first mentioning this book a long while ago. It’s written by her brother-in-law, a brain surgeon diagnosed with terminal cancer suddenly, and the book was published only after his passing. So far, it’s beautifully written and heartbreaking, and I can’t put it down. Have you read it?