I was all set to give my two penneth on this book (recommended on BCPals) when I happened to wander from the BCC site to search for something or other and found myself reading an old article on the Cancer Counselling Trust site which mentioned a memorial fund for Kate Carr, the author. I hadn’t realised she’d died, although the book’s postscript mentioned the return of her cancer to her liver and bones. Somehow I’d convinced myself that hers would be a happy ending and I now find myself weeping, for her beloved husband and children, because it wasn’t.
I don’t want to say any more than it was a worthwhile read; I somehow no longer feel entitled to make some kind of critique.