Oh no, I thought. Why did I agree to review still another book written by a caregiver of someone with Alzheimer’s disease? I’m up to my ears with the same old, same old. But I said that I’d do it, so I plunged in.
I’m glad I did. The cover of the book says that it’s a novel, and so it is. It’s truly a story, and a story well written, using novelist’s literary conventions.
I was engaged in the story, reading it quickly. That’s saying a lot, because I know the story oh so well, having helped families dealing with dementia for a dozen years now.
I’ve handled so many cases with siblings at each other’s throats while trying to deal with a parent’s progression through a dementia. So, yes, I’m familiar with Kathleen’s premise. But her style of character development and her storytelling kept me reading away.
You know the thing I like best about this book, aside from the characters and the story? Kathleen respects the intelligence of her readers. She lets the reader figure out their own takeaway lessons from reading her book.
Hers is not the typical “preach and teach” caregiver’s story. You know the “I did it this way. You should learn from me. My successes and mistakes will guide you.” There are plenty of those books out there, but this is NOT one of them. Thank God!
This is just a plain old good read. I suggest reading it to all thinking people (with siblings) who are engaged in caregiving a loved one with a dementia.