
Deborah Craytor
Fredrik Backman has been one of my favorite authors for awhile, so there was no way I was going to decline Atria's offer of an ARC of his novella, And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer. In a Letter to the Reader, Backman discloses that the book was not initially intended for publication. I'd like to kiss the feet (metaphorically speaking) of the person who convinced him to share his meditation on memory and death with the rest of us. Backman describes his greatest fear as "imagination giving up before the body does"; substitute "the mind" for "imagination" and I think Backman has captured the zeitgeist of the Alzheimer's era, when we have the ability to perpetuate physical life long after the memory, the mind, the personality, is gone. "It's an awful thing to miss someone who's still here" belongs on a badge worn by every person with a loved one whose heart is still strong but whose eyes have lost their defining spark. This is a book you'll want to read in private, with a box of tissues close at hand (unless you don't mind fellow commuters watching your mascara streak down your face). Regardless of the setting you select, you need to read And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer. Trust me: Grandpa and Noah are not just characters, but people you won't soon forget. This review was based on a free ARC provided by the publisher.
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