I Am, I Am, I Am by Maggie O'Farrell

I Am, I Am, I Am

Maggie O'Farrell

In taut prose that vibrates with electricity and restrained emotion, O'Farrell captures the perils running just beneath the surface, and illuminates the preciousness, beauty, and mysteries of life itself.

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"I Am I Am I Am is a gripping and glorious investigation of death that leaves the reader feeling breathless, grateful, and fully alive. Maggie O’Farrell is a miracle in every sense. I will never forget this book."
—Ann Patchett

An extraordinary memoir—told entirely in near-death experiences—from one of Britain's best-selling novelists, for fans of Wild, When Breath Becomes Air, and The Year of Magical Thinking.

We are never closer to life than when we brush up against the possibility of death.

I Am, I Am, I Am is Maggie O'Farrell's astonishing memoir of the near-death experiences that have punctuated and defined her life. The childhood illness that left her bedridden for a year, which she was not expected to survive. A teenage yearning to escape that nearly ended in disaster. An encounter with a disturbed man on a remote path. And, most terrifying of all, an ongoing, daily struggle to protect her daughter--for whom this book was written--from a condition that leaves her unimaginably vulnerable to life's myriad dangers.
Seventeen discrete encounters with Maggie at different ages, in different locations, reveal a whole life in a series of tense, visceral snapshots. In taut prose that vibrates with electricity and restrained emotion, O'Farrell captures the perils running just beneath the surface, and illuminates the preciousness, beauty, and mysteries of life itself.

Advance Galley Reviews

Maggie O'Farrell is lucky to be alive. In her latest book, a memoir this time, she shares with us seventeen brushes with death and her thoughts and feelings having survived a multitude of illnesses and close calls. A novelist best known for books like This Must Be the Place and Instructions for a Heatwave, O'Farrell's gift for words is obvious in her non-fiction as well as her novels.  I Am, I Am, I Am is a life story in vignettes, from her teenaged self diving into too-deep waters to her childhood struggle with encephalitis that let her with long lasting neurological issues. There are narrow escapes from a threatening robber and budding serial killer as well as heart-breaking problems with pregnancy and childbirth. The chapters take us back and forth through time, to feel her pain and frustration at loss, her hope and joyous celebration at survival, and the lessons she learns throughout.  With more than a dash of stories from her world travels, a bit of her struggles as a young writer, more than a couple stories of the hair-pulling frustration and elation of parenting, and the heartbreak of relationships, O'Farrell shares some of her most intimate memories with a searing honesty and self-aware irony that keeps her grounded.  Personally. I love Maggie O'Farrell's novels, and I loved this book as well. While the chapters weren't always easy to read--some were downright harrowing--I felt like I got to spend time listening to a good and trusted friend talk about life. It's tough to read, and keep those tissues at hand for some chapters, but I do not regret a single moment I spent with this book.  I started this by saying that Maggie O'Farrell is lucky to be alive, but the truth is, we are all lucky that Maggie O'Farrell is alive, and doubly so that she is writing. And so I read, I read, I read.  Galleys for I Am, I Am, I Am were provided by Knopf through Penguin's First To Read program, with many thanks.

This book is beautifully written with sparse language that intensifies the tension with each near-death experience. I loved the structure of the book and also the small illustrations related to a part of the body - as in the physical, but also that our stories are stored in our bodies. I liked how each essay was self-contained as well.

Wow, what a moving memoir. It’s a beautifully written tale of the author’s most inmate details. I’ve heard great things about this book and I was disappointed.

Very moving. I enjoyed this memoir. It gave me a different perspective on life.

I Am, I Am, I Am: Seventeen Brushes with Death is Maggie O'Farrell's memoir, told in seventeen chapters, each a different vignette about an isolated event in her life which could have resulted in her death. Each chapter is titled with a different body part: Neck, Cerebellum, Lungs, etc., each chapter heading illustrated with a simple but brilliant anatomical drawing that corresponds with the narrative. The brushes with death themselves range in severity. They cover everything from O'Farrell getting tested for the HIV virus, a fairly common procedure, to having a machete held to her neck on a South American vacation. They also range in emotional poignancy for the reader. For me, nothing else was able to capture the undiluted fear and horror of the very first anecdote, the first chapter entitled Neck - I'm torn between thinking it was a brilliant opening and wondering whether O'Farrell should have saved her best story for later. But I'm sure individual reactions to each chapter will vary. One thing O'Farrell really succeeds at is reminding the reader just how common near-death experiences are, how maybe you've come closer than you realize in your own life. I'm sure anecdotes that some readers will find particularly frightening will leave others cold - it really all depends on our own experiences and perceptions. This narrative isn't linear - for example, in one chapter O'Farrell will be 25, and in the next she'll be 8. I loved the unpredictability that this lent the book's composition. It's clear from the very fact that this is a memoir that O'Farrell survived each event, but I still thought she did an excellent job keeping the tension high throughout. And then there's the prose itself, which is gorgeous and lyrical. I've actually never read any of O'Farrell's fiction, but I'm very interested after reading this. There are a couple of things holding me back from giving this the full 5 stars, however. Seventeen is a lot of brushes with death, and some of these anecdotes begin to feel redundant. Horrifying as each experience must have been, did we really need three separate chapters about almost drowning?  I also felt like there was more description than interpretation to this memoir. Again, I adored O'Farrell's writing, and she captured each of these events from her life vividly and beautifully. But besides the obvious - each chapter describing a near-death experience - there wasn't a whole lot of thematic cohesion to this collection. At times I finished a chapter wondering what exactly O'Farrell had been trying to say with it. Not that I wanted a clear-cut moral necessarily, just a bit more insight. Certain chapters felt like an essay that was missing a conclusion.  That said, I mostly found this collection intelligent, well-written, and thought-provoking, and I wouldn't hesitate to recommend it. Thank you to Penguin First to Read, Knopf, and Maggie O'Farrell for an advanced copy provided in exchange for an honest review.

This was a very engrossing memoir. Maggie O'Farrell details her numerous brushes with death throughout her life, skipping back and forth through time, leaving me dizzy and wondering how one person could survive so much and yet still have so much courage and adventurous spirit. Some chapters are particularly resonating such as the opening one which sets the tone for the tales to follow, as well as the chapter on her childhood illness and the final one in which she faces the terror of her daughter's possible death. Overall, this was a really enjoyable and thought-provoking read.

This memoir in 17 essays does not flinch. Each essay describes one of 17 near-death experiences that give the author a clear-eyed, acutely aware perspective that she expresses with grace and economy. Quite simply, it is beautifully written. That said, on a subjective level, I didn't connect to the narrative as a whole. The ordering of the essays feels disjointed, disconnected. Though this felt off to me, it might support the theme of the book, as O'Farrell's has not been a smoothly sailed life. She lives each day literally off-kilter -- personally, since she suffered neurologic damage as a child; and maternally, since she must be vigilantly in tune with life's perils for her daughter, whose severe allergies threaten the girl with anaphylactic shock all too frequently.

I had the pleasure of reading an advanced copy of I Am I Am I Am in exchange for an honest review. I have read and loved Maggie O'Farrell's fiction books and I was not disappointed by this memoir. Each chapter (each of which tells the story of a near-death experience or injury) is beautifully written. I was especially struck by the chilling story at the beginning of the book about a man she came across while hiking by herself, and by the last story in the book about an experience with her daughter who has severe allergies. Her writing draws you in and makes you feel like you were there. You can never truly understand someone else's unique experience but through a writer as gifted as O'Farrell you can get very close. I also loved the occasional changes in the point of view during the book. The use of second person in the chapter about pregnancy loss was particularly effective. I don't usually read books twice but I am going to buy a copy of this book so I can read it again. I highly recommend.

This was an amazing reading experience. I feel like saying I enjoyed reading about such morbid events is the wrong phrase but I found this collection of moments to be incredibly moving and thought provoking. I highly recommend it.

Have you ever had a near-death experience? Many of us could probably say yes. Personally, none that I can think of. Maggie O'Farrell, on the other hand? 16. 16 near-death experiences. This is her story of life and loss through the lens of her 16 near-death experiences and 1 extra experience of her daughter. Because 16 experiences isn't enough for 1 family. O'Farrell writes the memoir in 17 short stories or essays, if you will, about each experience and how that one has affected her in certain ways. Some are shorter and introduce new people in her life. Some are longer and certainly had a bigger impact on her. It's evident she's a fiction writer and each chapter is good and written so beautifully. If I had so many near-death experiences, I might start wrapping myself in bubble wrap. Just ONE of the especially terrifying ones in this book, like have a machete held to my throat or being a passenger on a plummeting plane, would traumatize me enough for the rest of my life. I'm sorry to say that I think I'm the kind of person that would retreat to my home and not take so many chances or go to new places. But not O'Farrell. Regardless of everything she's been through, she never gives up. She keeps living life on her terms and always on the move. She mentions in one of her stories that maybe it's because she's been to the brink before and so many times that she recognizes that the line between life and death is a thin membrane. Whatever reason, she keeps living. It's a lesson for all of us. The 17 experiences are not told in chronological order. Which isn't really necessary, but it did make the book feel disjointed at times. She becomes a different person as she grows up, so because she tells them out of order, there are times where it feels like stories about someone besides the author. They were good stories. It just seemed like it was accomplishing the opposite of what the author set out to do - explain how these experiences had shaped her and made her appreciate life and it's fragility. This book could be read in one sitting or a couple chapters at a time, but you'll still feel come away feeling like you should appreciate life and every day you're given a little more.

This a stunning work of memoir. A life told through moments when it all could have ended. If that sounds morbid or depressing, this book is anything but. The supreme irony is that her miracle-tinged life has prepared her for a motherhood to a child who needs all those miracles and more. The bravery on display is all-encompassing. The writing is beautiful. I can not praise this book enough.

Maggie O'Farrell's I Am, I Am, I Am is a stunning collection of moments. She weaves together to specific incident, the almost tragedy, with other life details and background that allows the reader to feel involved. Like we know Maggie, like we were standing in the Circus audience, or on the harbor wall, waiting to see if the story would continue or end there. What defines my favorite people, my favorite books, is a rather insatiable need for honesty. I want to read words that are true, that expose the soul of the writer. O'Farrell does this, exposes her soul and brings us in closer to see, in a beautiful, vulnerable way. I was compelled to continue reading this book, not only to see how each story would resolve, but because O'Farrell wrote so openly and so tenderly, it felt like a conversation with a friend. I wanted to know more because I cared, because I felt close and involved and a part of the narrative. I Am, I Am, I Am is a book I will be recommending for a long time.

What an absolutely amazing collection of vignettes this is... I don't normally like short stories or anecdotal collections - they usually feel disjointed and don't offer enough detail or depth to satisfy my craving for a complex story. Not so AT ALL here - despite the seemingly disparate nature of the snapshot glimpses O'Farrell has offered into her life throughout the years, the breadth of feeling and honesty on offer are such that they weave together, almost of their own volition, into what feels like a more than coherent whole that I found to be beyond satisfying... I first experienced Maggie O'Farrell through her novel The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox - when I saw this title as available, I was immediately intrigued both because I truly enjoyed her voice/writing style and because I was intrigued by the idea that one person could have so many brushes with death. Then, as I started reading, I realized we are all touched by narrow misses when it comes to death and darkness - even if we don't realize them as such when they happen or in hindsight. This collection was moving and delightful and devastating and enlightening and an absolutely beautiful assemblage. I'm definitely looking up O'Farrell's back catalog now - she has a way with language and imagery that haunts and resonates, with a naked hunger for recognition that I find exceedingly compelling. This was a great find!

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British novelist O’Farrell provides us an unusual collection of personal essays on the theme of near-death experiences in her life, with each chapter headed by an image and label for the relevant vital organ. From her childhood we get the events and aftermath reactions of nearly getting run down by a car while crossing a road, nearly getting caught by her mother slamming a car trunk, and serious bout of encephalitis. As an adolescent, near drownings after jumping off a pier or getting caught in a riptide. As an adult, an interlude with an armed mugger, an occasion of getting lost in a wilderness with inadequate supplies, and a near bleed-out during the delivery of her first child. Most of these events are common enough that most readers can directly identify with the author. However, at least for me, we tend to dwell as little as possible in terms framing meanings and broader links to the many feelings such events stimulate. O’Farrell often shows brilliance in mining of her experiences in terms of the paradoxes of mortality vs. vitality, helplessness vs. competence, chaos vs. logical unfolding, randomness vs. some kind of karma. On the obvious question as to reasons why she has had many more brushes with death than most people, O’Farrell identifies some unfortunate elements of risk-taking in her personality as a contributing factor, related she supposes to her wanting to surmount the vulnerability and stigma from her earlier experiences. Her neurological damage from the early brain infection leaves her with a poor proprioceptive sense, which sometimes contributes to enhanced risks but often makes her more wary and proactive in sussing out dangers. Where it came to her daughter’s continual threat from life threatening allergic reactions, she readily became an ideal mom in terms of obsessive vigilance and preventative actions. I was captivated with the first handful of examples in this memoir, but my personal reading pleasure declined with the continual playing out of her themes under their common format. I recognize her care in trying to keep the progression lively with fresh perspectives and insights in each chapter. However, I failed to avoid my mind getting numbed to her nuances. Maybe readers could improve their experience by taking on only one or two chapters a day instead of wolfing it down in three settings like I did. The quality of her prose and narrative pacing are quite satisfying and enough to make me want to pursue her novels. The most moving piece of the book was when at seven, alone in a hospital under prolonged care for her encephalitis, O'Farrell freaked out from the strange noises and confinement associated with a CAT scan and had to be restrained and sedated to complete the test. On top of that trauma, she was dreadfully disturbed to overhear one nurse talk about the likelihood she would die. Psychologists now recognize the lifelong negative impact for such adverse childhood experiences (called ACES in a respected screening tool). My housemate suffered most from the adverse impacts of being isolated for months in a room due to perceived infection risks of her encephalitis in her childhood. For O'Farrell, she is quite remarkable for her resilience and ability to come out of all her escapes from death by feeling blessedly lucky instead of oppressed. This book was provided for review by Penguin Random House through their First to Read program.

4.5 Stars Maggie O'Farrell's memoir of her brushes with death covers the gamut from listening to that inner voice and avoiding not just disaster but rape and murder to the event that was the inception of her fascination with near-death: suffering an almost fatal bout of encephalitis as a child and having to learn to walk, write and be a normal child again, slowly and gruelingly, over many months in physiotherapy. That chapter, Cerebellum was stunning. From her naughty walkabout days as a younger child to the startling revelation about what parenthood brings to the table when it comes to risking or skirting death's clutches, O'Farrell writes with crystalline prose, recalling the many events in her life that could have gone otherwise. Perhaps her most poignant writing is saved for the brushes with death that her child, who suffers from allergic and immune dysfunction, has endured. This is a beautiful book with an episodic nature that is similar to that in an anthology, albeit these stories are real. This is a perfect read for that week in which you slowly wend your way through a good book.

O'Farrell's book is a memoir in essays about her brushes with death. I've read a handful of memoirs recently that are written in essay format, or memoirs written thematically about one aspect of the author's life rather than attempting to tell an entire life story. It is an interesting technique that provides snapshots, but this one didn't entirely work. While O'Farrell's chapters could stand alone as essays (and I believe some have been previously published as such), they suffer from a lack of organization. At times it feels as though someone shuffled the essays and printed them in a random order rather than presenting them chronologically or thematically (illnesses, watery threats, etc.). Each essay is titled by the body part that was threatened (i.e. neck) but it was jarring to read about a thwarted attack in her teens well before reading about her childhood illness (near the end of the book) that informs so many of her stories in one way or another. There is also an emotional remove to some of these stories, as harrowing as they are, and while I cannot imagine the author's mindset in any of these scenarios, it is implicitly difficult for a reader to connect with feelings of numbness (and the occasional use of 2nd person was distracting rather than immersive). Some of the essays are quite short and end abruptly, while others delve deep into the background of the settings and people involved. In the end there were a handful of really compelling essays that could have been developed into a longer format, and others that could have been dropped entirely. Instead, it seemed quantity (the shock of 17 brushes with death) was chosen over developing the high quality stories.

Maggie O’Farrell just keeps getting better and better. In this memoir she writes about 17 times in her life when she flirted with death. Those stories, in themselves, are fascinating. But what really intrigued me was her “humanness“. Often times, we see our heroes (and O’Farrell is one of mine) as indestructible, unfaltering, living the perfect life and always saying and doing the right thing. This memoir puts all that to rest. Rest assured that Maggie O’Farrell is a complete human being with fears, foibles, disappointments and subject to the unexpected jabs life can throw at us… Just like everyone else. I now have a better picture of my hero and I love her work all the more for it.

I AM, I AM, I AM: SEVENTEEN BRUSHES WITH DEATH is a memoir of the author’s brushes with death from her childhood on. While it was interesting reading, I felt it would have been much better if it had been told in a more linear fashion. That made it just an “okay” read for me

I was incredibly captivated by the first story and then not so much by the rest. That’s only because My jaw was still hanging open from the first one. Her details and encounters drew me in. The manner in which we are able to live her experience as if it was happening to us is like nobody else has been able to do. He additional people in her story adds depth and creates an even more vivid visual for me. Im looking forward to reading more of her books and seeing if there is as much detail and passion in the others.

This is easily one of the best books I've read this year, and definitely one of the more gripping memoirs I've read. I couldn't put it down, and though I haven't read anything else by Maggie O'Farrell, you better believe that I can't wait to pick up some of her fiction. What an extremely thoughtful memoir! Highly recommended.

Maggie O’Farrell’s mad talents as a writer lift this memoir above and beyond the genre. This story of her life told in near-death experiences reads like fiction, each chapter a different short story, shared with gorgeous prose, wit and unflinching honesty. This moving portrait of a woman from childhood to motherhood illustrates resiliency, empathy and humanity and is a gift to readers, inspiring self-examination and compassion. Highly recommended.

I found this book intriguing. At times you hear of someone having one near-death experience, or brush, with death but for someone to have 17 and still going strong, that is the true miracle. A few of the stories that Ms. O'Farrell told I wished had more to it. They seemed to end very abruptly, especially the story at the end regarding her daughter. It was heartbreaking to learn of her daughter's condition as well. All in all, the book was written well and kept my attention. This was the first book I had read by Maggie O'Farrell and I may have to check out her fiction as well.

This book is phenomenal! Not only does Ms. O'Farrell give 17 separate vignettes of her own near-death experiences, she broached on many topics that are considered taboo---miscarriages, STD tests, to name a couple---but does so without making one uncomfortable. All of the stories are very relatable and very well written and elicit emotions that non-fiction works typically do not, so in that way this work reads like fiction. She truly has lived quite an extraordinarily lucky life. My only complaint would be that the stories jump around and are not sequential, making the stories just a little confusing to follow and at what point they are occurring in her life.

“The people who teach us something retain a particularly vivid place in our memories. I’d been a parent for about ten minutes when I met the man, but he taught me, with a small gesture, one of the most important things about the job: kindness, intuition, touch, and that sometimes you don’t even need words.” I received a free e-copy through First to Read from the publishers at Penguin Random House. The title of this book, a nod to Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar, captured my interest immediately. There’s also a caption comparing her to Cheryl Strayed, who I love. But, you know, that’s probably false because nobody else is Cheryl Strayed. Lidia Yuknavitch comes close, but she can’t be Cheryl Strayed because she’s Lidia Yuknavitch, and no one else is her either. (Read: This review is full of pedantic detours about what effective memoirs should look like. I’m a snob. I’m sorry.) Trigger warnings: illness, rape, death. Maggie O'Farrell recounts her life in seventeen near-death experiences. From her childhood hospitalization with encephalitis to a near-deadly cesarean section and her own daughter’s struggles with severe allergies, O'Farrell examines what it means to live life on the edges of death. The concept of this memoir is better than its execution. On the surface, recounting a life in near-death experiences sounds really interesting, but I never felt like O'Farrell was doing enough with it. Some of the chapters end abruptly at the end of the experience without a lot of interpretation, and I’m just not sure what I’m supposed to take from them. There’s also no sense of thematic unity linking the experiences together, other than the fact that they include brushes with death. It’s not necessarily that a memoir needs a moral or a lesson so much that the work memoirs are uniquely capable of doing is linking personal experiences to universal truths. The best memoirs tell us something about ourselves and the world we live in; I’m not sure what this one is trying to say. However, there are sections of the memoir that are powerful individually. In particular, O'Farrell’s childhood illness, her difficulties in having children, and her daughter’s severe allergies are tense and memorable. They point an accusing finger at a healthcare system that is vastly in need of reform as well as a society that simply doesn’t know how to deal with illness. I felt like she could have done more exploring that second aspect. She mentions that rehabilitation did not prepare her for the way people would treat her when she returned to school, but it’s more of a passing comment than anything. I would have liked to see more about this. In a way, I understand why she doesn’t go into more detail; this is not an illness memoir. It is not the thing that defines her life, but it is one of the places where the narrative is strongest. It’s the rest of the near-death experiences that I’m not sure what to make of or how to connect with the others. They’re interesting stories, but I’m not sure how they’re meaningful. It’s not an inability to relate, since I can relate to some of these experiences: doctors who don’t take you seriously, especially when you’re a woman, or how it feels to walk away from something you thought was going to be the rest of your life. But even with these shared experiences, I couldn’t really feel O'Farrell in her memoir. I have little sense of her and no sense of the most important relationships in her life. The scene in the hospital where the doctor took her hand during childbirth is one of few real, human connections throughout the memoir. Everything else is background. I’m not overly fond of the writing style either. O'Farrell has a tendency to use long lists of things in place of descriptions and to constantly undercut her word choice with two or three synonyms (“I ran, scarpered, dashed off, legged it whenever I had the chance.”). Rather than make her meaning clearer, the sentence gets less descriptive with every addition, and I found it distracting. There are also sections that move oddly from first person into third or second, which is both jarring and a little inexplicable. There are very few places where I find the use of second person acceptable. I’m a lot less likely to relate to something that’s directed at me like that, because my contrary brain immediately goes no, it’s not like that for me. I have no idea how this particular experience feels; that’s why I’m reading a memoir about it. As for third person, it just feels like the wrong choice for a memoir. A switch from the narrator calling herself “I” to calling herself “she” suggests to me that O'Farrell hasn’t come to terms with these events. She can’t identify with them; she can only talk about them as if they’ve happened to another person, in which case, she shouldn’t be writing about them for the public. Do all the free-writing you want about events to help you understand them, but that kind of writing is personal; it isn’t meant to be published. Good memoir-writing requires distance–emotional, chronological, whatever–from events in order to make sense of them. There are some things we never get enough distance from. My overall impression is that this memoir only comes halfway. It tells us what happened but not what we should make of it, and if that’s the point (since life is messy and rarely has closure and some things just never make sense), then O'Farrell needs to do more to show that. It doesn’t tell me what it’s like to live on the edges of death. It doesn’t tell me, really, how that’s affected O'Farrell’s life either. It doesn’t help me understand someone’s relationship with death in any better or more effective way. It functions mainly on emotional appeal and shock value. I Am, I Am, I Am tries to take on too many ideas and does justice to few of them, but it may work better for some readers than it did for me. I review regularly at brightbeautifulthings.tumblr.com.

Thanks for ARC of Maggie O’Farrell’s memoir, “I am, I am, I am”. I have read a few of O’Farrell’s novels and they are always a good read. This memoir is equally well written. The chapters are presented mostly as ‘close calls ‘in the authors life as well as a pregnancy loss and coping with the managing a sick chiild. The most impactful stories to me were her own rehab process as a young child and how that issue comes back to play a role in her health and well-being in different stages of her life. O’Farrell writes so movingly of her own child’s illness and the people that helped and hindered her to be able to give her child her best life possible. ...what every parent would want for a child that they love so much. I will continue to enjoy the author’s fiction and knowing her a little better, it will be interesting to see if themes from the memoir are revealed in her work.

The detail in this book drew me into her life in a very vivid and compelling manner. Each of the different points in time in her life that were depicted were raw with the experiences and emotions she survived. This is the first novel that I have read of O'Farrell. I'll definitely be seeking out other work that she has penned to compare and contrast to I Am, I Am. I recommend it to all.

Beautifully written and thoughtful. The strongest passages are those devoted to events that O'Farrell remembers most clearly and thus is able to provide insight into how each impacted her life; the last two in particular are quite powerful and moving. The brief chapters that cover instances from her childhood that she has little to no memory of don't pack as much of a punch and feel excessive. I don't understand why these experiences are not presented chronologically; bouncing around in time made the book occasionally feel very disjointed. However, the unique concept and gorgeous prose kept me reading, and I look forward to checking out more of O'Farrell's work.

Her words are descriptive and poetic, detailing her life events so vividly I feel completely immersed in it, as if it is happening to me. I am jealous of her capability of revisiting past events with so much eloquent detail. We will all have our moments of near death experiences but to accurately acknowledge each event almost feels therapeutic. An extremely thoughtful book, highly recommended!


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