Author: Tembi Locke
Published: Published April 30th 2019 by Simon & Schuster
Format: Hardcover, 339 pages
Genre: Memoir
To be honest, I never thought this book was going to end. I understand the death process is hard, I understand raising a daughter alone is hard, but to hear Tembi Locke tell it, she was all alone, except for all her friends and family; she wasn’t prepared for her husband’s death, yet it was a 10-year journey. I lost interest about a third of the way through yet stuck with it in the hope there would be a moral to her tale. There was not.
This is a love story which began 20-years prior when a young college student met a charming Sicilian chef from a strict family who would not accept their son marrying a woman they did not know, was not Sicilian, and horror of all horrors – she was a black American, from Texas. Combining their two careers and the adoption of their daughter, the couple finds a new normal, a new peace, and a seamless life together until a soft tissue cancer metastasizes and their perfect life devolves into ten years of doctors, treatments, surgeries, hopes, and disappointments.
This is a long drawn out book about coming to terms with the things which you had no choice over. About putting past hurts to rest and realizing you did your best, loved your best, and compromised when your best was not going to make the bad go away.
This is a love story which began 20-years prior when a young college student met a charming Sicilian chef from a strict family who would not accept their son marrying a woman they did not know, was not Sicilian, and horror of all horrors – she was a black American, from Texas. Combining their two careers and the adoption of their daughter, the couple finds a new normal, a new peace, and a seamless life together until a soft tissue cancer metastasizes and their perfect life devolves into ten years of doctors, treatments, surgeries, hopes, and disappointments.
This is a long drawn out book about coming to terms with the things which you had no choice over. About putting past hurts to rest and realizing you did your best, loved your best, and compromised when your best was not going to make the bad go away.
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