I Wasn’t Ready

See my preliminary review of The Bright Hour by Nina Riggs.

I have finished the book and felt compelled to share some parting thoughts.

I absolutely loved the book but emotionally I wasn’t prepared for how I’d be affected.  I had two comments on my original review suggesting I was brave to read and/or they could not read.  I felt like I had been through the wringer and I could withstand anything even a memoir on living while dying.  Especially since I was not the one who personally experienced those days in real life.

At first I was enraptured and sure I could power through.  There were times I even chuckled.  As the chapters went on, some quick snippets into a day in the life and other chapters a bit longer, I realized I might be in over my head.  As the illness progressed, I felt more sadness.  I knew the inevitable and I wanted despartely to be surprised by a miracle.  Alas, that was not to be and now, having reached the end, I am exhausted and emotionally charged.

I almost said emotionally damaged but I stopped short.  You see, no damage was done. Life lessons are abound in the extraordinary/mundane.  Lately my life is surronded in oxymorons.  Hot/cold. Left/right. Strong/Weak. Good/Bad. Happy/Sad.

I am left with my emotions that are heightened in a way I never thought possible.  There is so much beauty in pain and sadness.  Not in a mean-spirited sort of way.  Nothing beautiful about watching someone suffer.  Beautiful is the resilience humans display in dealing with … well in dealing with LIFE.   Despite ending in death, this memoir was about living LIFE well.

The plot is self-explanatory so I have nothing more to offer.  I have decided to post another line or two from Nina Riggs as motivation for your mornings.  I still recommend that you read this book.  Far more is gained than lost.  I rate it 5 of 5 stars.

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