Gravitating into the life of Paul- the author and the story of the book, I experienced how is it to be him, being in his shoes for about 200 pages and getting off after that. That experience is intriguing and gave me a little but thorough insight on being a doctor and a patient in the same book.

Paul is a neurosurgeon, a terminally ill patient when he was writing this book. He graciously walked us through his life as a doctor and then as a patient. The descriptive part and the process of thoughts are well-balanced and well-penned. I gained just enough insight on the grueling, limitless efforts that are put into being a doctor as well as a cancer patient.

The topic on ‘meaning’ of life is consistently portrayed in the book, giving a clear direction on what the book wanted to focus on. Bravery and perseverance in not losing hope are also depicted with great detail and ample past experience to back them up. Death is learned by the author through this wrenching process of life, he was compelled with the true meaning of this word, he did illustrate the process of learning this word, but not showing blatantly to the readers what the true meaning of the word is.

Would I recommend this book to other people? Yes, especially for those people who aspire to become a surgeon in the times to come, or else for people who are curious about what a surgeon needs to go through in a routine basis. A solid 4.3/5 from me, this book is not shabby, and the author really conjured a magnificent art in telling his story at that time with the aid of his adroit usage of the literature that he had read throughout his living years.

A little footnote, the book was written by two people, one was Paul (for the main part of his life story), another was his wife Lucy- the witness of the entire process (the epilogue part). The writing style shifted from ambling to rushing as Paul’s time was running out. I admire the fact that the motivation of writing this book came from the pen of Paul’s mind, it was literally Paul’s dying wish to complete this book.

Paul did it. He understood death.

Craving for more? Down below:
Love-Hate Relationship With Poems
Stewards
A Letter to Self
Blacked Out
My Journey With Music
I Murdered Myself
The Remains of The Day by Kazuo Ishiguro (Book Review)

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