This book is raw, funny, heartbreaking,
and astonishingly hopeful. Kinsella fictionalizes parts of her own
experience, rearranging some events and changing names, but the emotional truth
is unmistakable. Her signature humor—bright, quirky, and disarming—shines even
in the darkest moments. There were scenes that shattered me and scenes that
made me smile.
Sophie approaches her own trauma with immense courage,
vulnerability, and a stubborn spark of optimism that refuses to go out. I
deeply applaud her bravery in sharing something so profoundly personal with her
readers.
The novella follows Eve, a mother of five and a beloved
novelist, who wakes in a hospital bed with no memory of how she got there. She
soon learns she has survived an eight‑hour surgery for a stage‑4 glioblastoma.
What follows is an intimate and moving account of recovery: relearning how to
talk, walk, write, even remember Christmas carols. The moments where Eve
Googles survival statistics—terrified yet determined—broke me. But what remains
constant is her devotion to the ordinary magic of everyday life: walking hand‑in‑hand
with her husband, loving her children fiercely, fighting her way back to
herself one tiny step at a time.
It’s also impossible not to feel inspired. Sophie Kinsella’s
humor, light, and resilience never fade, even as she confronts some of the most
frightening words a person can hear.
Beautifully written. Brutally honest. Utterly unforgettable. Ugh my heart is still feeling it...

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