I picked So Much For That because I liked Lionel Shriver’s book We Need To Talk About Kevin (review here). So Much For That doesn’t rise to the same level, not even close.
I try to be a positive person, but I’m more negative by nature. Regardless of my personality, So Much For That was way too negative for me. Continuous complaining, self-sacrifice and sorrow, unrealistic expectations, irrational and rational surgeries and self-inflected sickness. Too much darkness for me.
But there were also issues of human dignity and dilemmas of modern medicine. There was a daydream that came true when there was only a little time to do it, the last moment to make it real. It made me wonder that when a person has dreams, you should pursue those dreams and make them happen. You should make your dreams come true before it’s too late. The direction of life can change so fast, in a second even. You should be able to enjoy life, not just wait for something better to happen.
Maybe So Much For That wasn’t so bad after all. It made me think and that’s always a good thing. But I can’t say that I enjoyed reading this book, unfortunately I didn’t.