By: Catherine Newman
Location: FIC NEW
Genre: Realistic Fiction
"This is a touching, moving, loving, and inspiring read which I adored, insightfully portraying the incredible staff that provide palliative care and the hospice experience. A remarkable and unforgettable book sprinkled with stardust that I recommend to everyone." Parojimit
“Is it better to have loved and lost? Ask anyone in pain and they’ll tell you no. And yet. Here we are, hurling ourselves headlong into love like lemmings off a cliff into a churning sea of grief. We risk every last thing for our heart’s expansion, even when that expanded heart threatens to suffocate us and then burst.”
― We All Want Impossible Things
Who knows you better than your best friend? Who knows your secrets, your fears, your desires, your strange imperfect self? Edi and Ash have been best friends for over forty years. Since childhood they have seen each other through life's milestones: stealing vodka from their parents, the Madonna phase, REM concerts, unexpected wakes, marriages, infertility, children. As Ash notes, 'Edi's memory is like the back-up hard drive for mine.'
So when Edi is diagnosed with terminal cancer, Ash's world reshapes around the rhythms of Edi's care, from chipped ice and watermelon cubes to music therapy; from snack smuggling to impromptu excursions into the frozen winter night. Because life is about squeezing the joy out of every moment, about building a powerhouse of memories, about learning when to hold on, and when to let go.
"...aren't you the person who eavesdropped on your mum and her Dublin cousin gossiping about someone's hysterectomy and thought for years that The Troubles in Ireland were gynecological?"
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