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“We are, all of us, wandering about in a state of oblivion, borrowing our time, seizing our days, escaping our fates, slipping through loopholes, unaware of when the axe may fall.”
Published: 2018, by Tinder Press.
Pages: 290
Format: Paperback
Genre: Non Fiction, Memoir, Biography
Contains: Death, Illness, Hospitals, Violence, Anger, Strong Language, Blood/Gore, Fear
‘I Am, I Am, I Am: Seventeen Brushes with Death’ is a shocking memoir of one woman’s near-death experiences that have punctuated her life. This is a memoir with a difference, revealing a whole life in a series of tense, visceral snapshots.
I had never hear of a memoir quite like this one, so I knew that I had to pick this up the moment I could. My predictions weren’t wrong; this book was mind-blowing.
It’s always extremely hard to review a memoir, as how can you critique someone’s life? But every word of this book is some of the most powerful I’ve ever read. Seventeen times this woman has been in death’s grasp, and O’Farrell has put her most vulnerable moment on paper for anyone to read. Throughout the memoir, O’Farrell uses extremely blunt language, shocking her readers to the core and making this novel a continuously addictive read. Just how many times in one lifetime can this woman brush hands with death? It’s gut-wrenching.
The cover places the novel perfectly, proving the heart’s graceful vulnerability in this short and snappy memoir, while the illustrations inside reveal the mortality of our existence.
overall, Maggie O’Farrell presents her powerful life bare in this book. It’s gripping, heartbreaking, and she makes you think that you must make every breath count.
5/5
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