reality

While in Argentina I started and finished reading HER LAST DEATH: A Memoir by
Susanna Sonnenberg. I highly recommend this book BUT with a hesitation. The book reads like fiction. I was consumed about the main character and I was reading it like the latest fiction piece on the NYT Bestseller list.

Then at one point I paused and thought this is someone's life. This was her life. That was her mother. Those were her feelings. It was at that point I prayed for Susanna and then devoured the rest of her book, her memoir.

A few links: Details
Her website
a review
an excerpt online