I still haven’t finished the book. I started reading it when a friend bought it and let me borrow before even he could read it just so I would have something new to read. At that time we thought that my baby boy was given two years to live. We faced the possibility of death each day. I hated the book. Till now I couldn’t finish it. I know that if my circumstances were different I would have appreciated the book. But facing your own death and facing that of your baby’s is a whole different issue. I know the book is a good one and I should pick it up. But the bad memories it brings me just doesn’t really make me feel like picking it up again. Now my son is well. He was misdiagnosed. Tuesdays with Morrie is a great book but I’d rather spend time on other books that would give me more joy than pull me back to dwell on death. The funny thing is I would recommend the book to anyone but me. I guess it’s called denial. ^_