Well, this is a very depressing book to read. It's really interesting, though. I can relate to it in some ways because my mother died 13 years ago. And yes, I've grieved many times over her death, but I've never even thought to take the time to actually observe it. I'm almost afraid to because I feel like I'd become obsessed with it rather than moving on. This book is kind of opening my eyes, but I'm still a little skeptical of it, for now.
If I was to relate these first two chapters to any of the other texts I've read, I'd have to say it relates to "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love" and " This Blessed House" the most. Mainly because they both have to do with relationships.
It relates to "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love" because they both talk about being in love and the different diversities of it. There are times of absolute love and other times of anger and resentment. I think at times C.S. Lewis loved H with all his heart, but resented God for her having cancer.
"This Blessed House" relates to this story because, even though Sanjeev wasn't the greatest guy, he made sacrifices for Twinkle, just like C.S. Lewis made sacrifices for his wife. Agreed, it wasn't fair that he had to go through the things he did and suffer along with her as well as Sanjeev suffered with Twinkle with the annoying things she did, but all in all there was love there.
I'm probably going to have to go back a couple of times and re-read this book. I'm just having a hard time writing about it and comparing with other because I think I'm going to have to get on a "deeper" level when read this.
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