I picked up this book expecting something very different from what it was. Rather than celebrating the ordinariness of one’s life, this very much looked at the process of an ordinary death. The family connections, the social work, the health systems in England. This actuality took me a little bit of time to get into and I found myself skimming this more often than not, however I did enjoy it overall. I thought the everyday challenges of caring for someone passing were interesting and informative, however I feel that this read on occasion as though a twice drafted diary, with the philosophical asides, and jumps in chronology (flipping to memories of past life) not having the impact that the writer perhaps expected.
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