I feel like I need to sit down and read this book again before I can write anything coming close to doing justice to the story and the writing and the impact of this book.
Remember how when you read The Diary of Anne Frank it was haunting because, while the horror of the Nazi regime was right outside the door, you were also mesmerized by her LIFE in that little attic; the fears, the happiness, the teenagery love and hope for the future?
Well, take away the Nazis and put in cancer instead and you have the heartbreaking bittersweet hope despite the actual reality that twists up inside you and won't let you go.
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