This book made me sad. Mainly because it got me thinking about all of the people who get caught and die at the hands of terrible diseases like cancer, especially those unfortunate to die so young.

I really appreciated Paul Kalanithi's descriptions of what his body went through post his freak lung cancer diagnosis at the age of thirty-six. If you're fortunate enough to never have suffered from anything like this, or to have had a close family member or friend go through it, it's eye-opening and important to have some form of understanding of what sort of things can happen when your body starts to break down from the inside.

I also appreciated the exploration around identity and how someone chooses to spend the time they have left when faced with impending death.

My rating reflects my personal reading experience of the book. I struggled to connect with Kalantihi's voice and storytelling. It seemed rather cold or clinical a lot of the time. For me, the tone didn't match the weighty subject matter and that led to a disconnect as I read.