Another book completed, I have proper vacation speed on my reading at the moment, and this one is called “My husband died a thousand times”. It’s a book about grief and how, even if we all mourn the same person, we all mourn a different relationship and thus in different ways.
It’s written by a lady that llost her husband a couple of years ago, and it starts a year and a half after the day and then works backwards in time, getting closer and closer to the day.
Not sure it’s a book for the big masses, I read it because I want confirmation in my grief, my family’s grief, confirmation that we are doing it right. I got it, so good enough for me.