I hate reading about cancer. I hate commercials about cancer. I hate television shows about cancer. I hate movies about cancer. I've seen enough of it in real life, including my own mother's ordeal, that I have zero interest in spending time reading or viewing stories about it. However, I became intrigued with this book after hearing the author speak at our local book festival. So, I bought it.

I loved this book. It's a quick read, but a good one. The author deals with the topic in a tender but matter-of-fact fashion, avoiding the usual clichés that I despise, and, in fact, poking gentle fun at them. Comeau's writing is almost poetic, not in use of flowery language, but in economy of words. I enjoyed this styled of writing.