Not in the occasional fleeting kind of way, but the sleep loss, anxiety attacks skind. Most people get over that fear, or stop thinking about it somewhere in their preteen years. You just make peace with the fact that one day, you're going to die.
It wouldn't be exaggerating if I told you that at all times, the thought of death is lingering somewhere in the back of my mind. So I do what I find is comforting the most: I read or write about what irks me. And I read this book, one that is narrated by death itself. I didn't do it to punish myself, I did it because reading heals. You read about something for so long, and it becomes a norm, and I'll be damned if this book wasn't healing. Not only is it bizarre to read a book from Death's point of few, but it was entertaining. Death had that dark sense of humor to him. You'll laugh and cry at the same time because of it.
I don't want to talk about the actual book. If you haven't read it, I want you to go in blind, just like I did. On the first few pages, you'll know this book is different. By the first few chapters, you'll become immersed in the novel, and as you read the last chapter (tissues will be involved, take my word on that), you'll know this is a book that will stay with you for a long time.
Final Words: If you can read this sentence, read that book. Right now, it sits among my All time Favourite shelf, with only ONE other book to keep it company. That's how much I loved it.
Have you read the book? Then let's discuss the hell out of it.
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