Life was good for Dr. Paul Kalanithi, he found his niche in the profession of neurosurgery, and he was veryThis is an incredible book in so many ways.
Life was good for Dr. Paul Kalanithi, he found his niche in the profession of neurosurgery, and he was very close to completing all requirements he needed in order to place in a high-level position of scholarly research and surgery.
While still in medical school, he developed severe, debilitating back pain. His MRI showed cancerous masses in the lungs, spreading to other areas. Both he and his medical wife knew there could be no mistake.
This is a story, written by Paul, as he grapples with life and death decisions. Always drawn to philosophy and the meaning and purpose of life, Paul now had to assimilate all he read and had to live the words and begin the journey and waltz of the dance of death.
Realistic and never dramatic, Paul shows a great deal of emotion. When in a small remission period, he went back to performing very complicated surgeries. Increasingly, though, he knew that the days were limited when he could excel in the delicate, complex surgeries that he has schooled to perform.
As he and his wife celebrated all that was good in life, including the birth of a baby girl, they also heard the clicking of the clock.
He broke down and cried when he could no longer perform surgery. He and his wife cried when MRI's and his increasing pain and lack of air began to cut into quality time.
I highly recommend this well-written, thoughtful discourse on the reality that life is fragile, and fate has other plans than those we hope to accomplish in our time on earth.
Sadly, I simply didn't think this book was all that good. It took time to finish, for me, a sign that I can't get into a book.
When a teenaged girl namSadly, I simply didn't think this book was all that good. It took time to finish, for me, a sign that I can't get into a book.
When a teenaged girl named sunshine moves across country with her mother, the days a rainly and damp. Immediately when moving into a house found on Craig's list, sounds are heard, and objects are moved. It appears to be happening in realtion to a little girl whose soul is trapped in the house.
Finding a companion/friend in school who helps Sunshine understand what is happening in the house, and now to her mother who appears to have a very big personality change, together they seek ways to end the madness.
One of the few young adult books that i've read wherein the story line did not transcend into good reading for an adult.
It was a warm summer day. August 4, 1892 started out like many other days in Fall River, Mass.. And, the lives of the Borden family began in the sameIt was a warm summer day. August 4, 1892 started out like many other days in Fall River, Mass.. And, the lives of the Borden family began in the same monotonously boring, subscribed way, except for the fact that two people were murdered inside the home of 92 Second Street. Not one, but two murders! All these years later, there is still no definitive proof of who murdered Abby Borden, and her husband Andrew.
While there are many books written with each author claims to have solved the mystery, perhaps the brutally hacked bodies will never have rest.
Lizzie was in the house. Bridget the Irish maid, even though she did not feel well, was outside cleaning the windows. Even though she had not been fishing for a number of years, Lizzie felt the need to enter the barn located at the back side of the Borden property, supposedly to find lead for a sinker for her fishing rod. And, even though the dusty floor showed no signs of foot prints, still, that was the alibi.
Supposedly, the front door of the house was locked thrice when Andrew came home to take a nap in the parlor. Supposedly the step mother of Lizzie, Mrs. Abby Borden, received a note that a family member was ill and she went out to visit that person.
Returning from her window washing, Bridget stated she went inside and up to her attic room where she was resting when, she head Lizzie, in an very agitated manner, implore her to "come quick, I think father is hurt!"
In fact, he was more than hurt, he was dead...not only dead, but butchered so badly that one of his eyes was out of the socket and split in half. There was blood everywhere, on the horsehair sofa, on the rug, splattered on the wallpaper, and soaking, soaking his neatly folded Prince Albert coat, as the blood gravitated from the top of the frame of a wall picture, making rivets as it ran down.
Later, as the clock ticked, Lizzie thought to tell someone to go find her step mother. And, when she was found in the guest room upstairs, it appeared to be an even more gruesome butchering.
It is interesting to speculate who was guilty of these terrible crimes. Rumors flew wildly. Lizzie acted strangely, but then again, she was always thought to be strange. There was a relative who was visiting, but not there at the time of the murder...or was he?
This book systematically, and in a very interesting, well-written fashion, outlines the stated possible motives and takes the reader to the court house when Lizzie was the only one to stand trial. And, it was quite a sensational one at that!
Did she hate her step mother? Did she wish harm on her tight wad father? Was she exceedingly angry that her father had deeded a piece of property to Abby's sister's family? Were Emma and Lizzie concerned they would not receive a large inheritance? If so, killing both would certainly solve that potential problem.
Eventually, found not guilty, Lizzie was free to return home. She and her older sister Emma moved to a much nicer home up on the hill where the rich people lived. Later, Emma left stating she just couldn't take Lizzie's lifestyle anymore. After she left, the two never saw each other again.
While the court found her innocent, the townsfolk did not. She was severely ostracized and the brunt of much gossip and nastiness.
She died, and not one of her former friends was sad to see her go. By her request, she was buried at her father's feet. And, still these years later, children skip rope while rhythm chanting
Lizzie Borden took an axe, Gave her mother forty whacks. When she saw what she had done, She gave her father forty-one. ...more