May 16, 2018
A curious memoir, gripping, lucid and raw. These are little vignettes of how the author has nearly died seventeen different times. Each chapter title is the name of the part of the body that would have been the cause of death: neck, lungs, spine, legs, pelvis, abdomen, head… It’s not a tragic or depressing book by any means–these brushes with death revitalize, strengthen and inspire. They make one grateful for breath; for the drum beating of one’s own heart. The title comes from a line in Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar–“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
–Clare, Browsers Bookshop, Olympia, WA
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