This book is a memoir about living in the middle place - what Corrigan calls the space between being someone's child and being someone's parent. Corrigan illuminates this intriguing dynamic by detailing her fight against breast cancer and her supporting her father in his fight against bladder cancer.
While Corrigan is a daughter who is torn that her father might die of cancer, she must also face the fear of falling victim to breast cancer; while she is a daughter caring for her father, she is a mother changing diapers, making playdates, and taking her kids to school. As such, this is a memoir about what it means to become an adult.
My main complaint is that Corrigan is self-indulgent and self-obsessed. She focuses nearly entirely on herself; she seems to care only about herself and her feelings, not anyone else. Maybe that is just because this is a memoir, however.
My other complaint is that the book clearly appeals more to women. I do not like categorizing literature; generally, I would not call a book "chick lit." A book is a book. If you like it, you like it. Anyone can like any book, I think. But this book was too emotional, too sappy. Corrigan would start crying (again), and I would think, Blah, blah. Whatever.
Overall, an easy, breezy book, which was a relief to read right now.
Here is a trailer for the book featuring Corrigan:
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