pickRevisited this one - a quick, morbid, yet delightful read. I've been a fan of Caitlin for years, and find her earnest, yet funny approach to the subject of death very refreshing. We all gotta do it - so we might as well aim for a "good death".
pickA group of friends decide to gather together to give each other a living funeral, to show their love and appreciation for each other whilst they are still around to hear it.Their friendships span three decades, this book shows us a remarkable portrayal of enduring bonds. I also loved the 90's nostalgia throughout the book. ⭐⭐⭐⭐
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“The ability to adapt to loss, cope with death, and express grief is critical for healthy childhood development. All the Dear Little Animals can be used to introduce the topic of death and dying to children due to the structure of the text, engaging illustrations, and appropriate wording.“ Read the full review here: https://wowlit.org/on-line-publications/review/xvii-2/3/
so-soAudio. I love Reynolds writing style. I just think I‘ve out grown his stories. They feel so specific to the teen years. Like this, a book about grief, while a great theme, is for teenagers bonding over tragedy in their lives. The ending points about the flower were beautiful.
pickThis was a reread. The first time around was a so-so, but as an audiobook, it was much closer to a pick.
A group of college friends come back together to throw “funerals“ for each other in times of crises, so that they always know they're loved. An entertaining read that had many resonant passages for me, but it felt a little lacking in real depth somehow. Perhaps it's because we spend time in the minds of five different people and it's not that long a book. Or perhaps the echoes of “The Big Chill' and “Peter's Friends“ make it feel too theatrical.
“We've reached the tipping point,“ Naomi said, pouring a shot of Don Julio; it burned with a smoky finish.
“How do you mean?“ Jordy asked.
“I just figure at a certain point, life takes more from you than it gives.“
He had an urge to return to Bogota. It was fascinating to him, the idea that all the things his parents had escaped were now here, and all the things they wanted for their kids were now there. Random gun violence, political unrest, supply chain issues--those were now America, Marriage equality, socialized medicine, and reproductive choice--those were all Colombian.
Everyone was on the same ticking clock. They might fool themselves into thinking that more time affords them opportunities to do more things, that the future is open-ended. But the world is simply too big. We weren't meant to see everything, we weren't built to do everything, we aren't capable of knowing everything. At a certain point, peace has to be found with the choices we've made.
