I’m a fan of Elizabeth Noble’s work, and have read a couple of her books before. Her writing style may not be to everybody’s taste, but for me, the story she writes about ticks along nicely and you find yourself wrapped up in the characters.
This story follows a family who have split following the death of their eldest son. Each family member has dealt with their grief in their own way (or not dealt with it) and each is moving on in their own way.
Bill & Maggie, the parents have split following the death and different manner in which they dealt with their grief. Ally, their daughter is confused and troubled and the youngest son almost became a project to sort for Maggie.
This book is a good lesson in how events can change people. Maggie and Bill still love each other but there was already a thread of doubt in their marriage which became too big a chasm when their son died. It does make you think about your own marriage and if it could survive such an event.
Noble writes beautifully and this book made me cry in a few places, it is superbly written and very poignant in places. For me, another winner by Elizabeth Noble.
My rating 4 / 5
I’ve re-kindled my love of paperbacks in recent weeks, and, more excitingly, after almost 12 months at the new house, have discovered the local library. When I lived with my parents, the local library was a much needed stop at least once a fortnight on the way home from work. When I moved to North Manchester, I found the library very disappointing. It’s therefore been a good five or six years since I made use of the local library. However, I have to say that the service and stock at my local library is actually quite good.
So, last week I picked up three books, the first of which How to talk to a widower is when of those books that I’ve seen over the past few years and never actually got round to reading. I am glad I picked it up. It’s a brilliant, witty book and despite the inherently sad nature of it allows you to see that grief is normal and actually, some of the platitudes that surround it are nonsense.
Essentially Doug lost his wife in a plane crash. His family thinks that after 12 months he should be ‘moving on’ but he is still consumed by grief. Through what initially looks like a dysfunctional family, Tropper demonstrates that grief is not the sole preserve of those who have experience the death of someone close. The interplay between his parents (His Dad suffered a stroke) and his twin sister show that actually, you can lose those close to you without them passing away.
How to talk to a widower doesn’t in any way diminish or belittle the grieving process, but it looks at it from a different viewpoint and puts a humorous slant on things.
Despite the title this is a surprisingly upbeat book, and I look forward to exploring more of Tropper’s work in the future.
2012 should have been a good year. We finally had our house, we had plans and early on we found out that, by the end of the year, there’d be a new little addition to the family when Baby Doyle arrives in November.
However, the year has been tainted with illness, death, injuries and accidents. Today we learnt that my sister-in-laws boyfriend (A) has a blood clot on his brain, following on from an incident some months ago in which his older brother sustained serious and life threatening head injuries. Thankfully he made a full recovery, and we wait anxiously to hear the outcome of the surgery on A.
We’ve had three bouts of cancer within the (close) family. Sadly one suffered passed away, but was mercifully a reasonably short period of suffering, another was caught early, and thankfully all sorted quickly, and another was followed by post-operative infections and complications, but appears to be on the road to recovery.
We’ve had my husband’s auntie suffer illness (and as she lives north of the border we’re even more stretched as it requires my husband’s father to head up there). We’ve had bike accidents, trips and falls and sustained stays in hospital. Friends have suffered brain haemorrhages and, more recently, tragic tragic losses.
2012 should have been a great year. Lots of ‘big’ birthday celebrations with a 70th, two 80th, lots of 30ths, an 18th, a 65th and, of course, the impending arrival of baby Doyle.
Just hope that all ends well come November…