This is a wonderful but sad description of Anne's coming to grips with withhood. I have read almost everything she has written, so this I knew her work beforehand. The book shows the process of grieving over a year's time, aa she goes through all of the stages. How people try to help, but really can't, and how she manages finally to emerge on the other end of the year, different, but OK
I rarely give up on a book. I always feel that books require a commitment, and usually the commitment pays off. This is one of the very few books that I put down after 80 pages. I just could not finish it. The author is a gifted writer. Her style is very simple and straightforward, her descriptions flawless, and her emotion is wedded to the page. That is the problem. I was depressed. Literally. I just could not continue reading this book. I know that losing a mate is a difficult, heartwrenching occurrence. I really could no longer reading her suicidal, self-pitying thoughts anymore. I literally felt as though it was affecting me mentally. So, I have given up on it. There seemed to be no relief in sight. I have no idea whether she rescues herself from the gloom. I really don't care at this point.
