I know how to speak two languages proficiently, yet somehow I cannot find the words to describe the way this latest Bell Asteri book makes me feel. Only those who know my husband and me best will truly get it but I will try to explain... When I first met Bill, we became instantly connected for two reasons: we were both very into physical fitness and sports; we both were seven years old when we had a younger sibling enduring cancer treatments. Immediately, I experienced that infamous "survivor's guilt" because my baby brother survived his illness and he is living a great life today. Bill, on the other hand, experienced the trauma of his sister's death thanks to the most disgusting of monsters, leukemia. When we first met, I asked him about his sister. He told me about so many of his memories swimming with her and playing Candy Land with her and some of the family fishing trips. But most of his memories were sad ones. He remembered the trips to the children's hosp...
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