At first I wondered if I was up to another book about literature and dying, but Schwalbe's story of the books and life he and his mother shared was wonderful. What an amazing woman, and what a gift to have shared their story with us. I appreciated one story of his Mother talking to the dean of Radcliffe telling her she had a career and a family (she had gone for it all) and was exhausted. The dean replied, did I forget to mention you need help to do it all? And help comes in many different forms.
Loved the book.