I knew I was going to be thrown for a loop reading this book. I knew it would make me cry. I knew it would be hard to read. This book basically forced me to confront one of my greatest fears. If one of my sisters were ever diagnosed with cancer… It is hard to think of the emotional turmoil that would ensue. Nobody wants to put themselves in those shoes. I lost my grandpa to blood cancer, and this account also brought back a lot of the emotions I encountered in the last year of his battle.
I was tempted to pass on reviewing this book, because I knew up front that it would be really. damn. hard. But I also knew that it would move me, and I would be stronger, more empathetic, and deeply touched by having read it.
I started out reading this book on lunch breaks in the library (pictured above), but quickly decided to finish it in the privacy of my own home because I am a softy and this book brought me a steady flow of tears.
I’ll keep this review brief and spoiler free. My thoughts about the beautiful memoir that is Marrow:
Insight into deep turmoil.
Beautiful, complicated familial relationships.
The complex gift of sisterhood.
Honest self reflection.
Compelling reasons to perservere when giving up seems so much easier.
That is what I got out of reading this exquisite, beautiful, painful, healing memoir. I’ll end by stating that marrow, the actual magic, life generating substance inside of your bones, is perhaps the most raw symbology of what it means to be human.
Grab a box of tissues and settle in for this masterpiece.
❤ ❤ ❤