There are some great books out there, to read and enjoy. I must say that I use to really enjoy my books. For some people books are holy; they just stand there at the shelf. If you look at them it is impossible to see that anyone ever open them. My book are living with me. I bring the to the sauna, to the bath, to my bed, I read them while eating my dinner and you find stains, watermarks and broken spines if you have a look in my books. Anyone I love is going with me wherever I go. If not physically, then at least in my heart. Tuesdays with Morrie, written by Mitch Albom is the kind of book that always has been following me, wherever I have been.
Who We Really Are
Tuesdays with Morrie is about the relation between a young student named Mitch Albom and his old teacher, Morrie Schwartz who was a professor in sociology. Morrie is a very human man, the kind who goes to the disco to join the youths, dressed in a loose dress and dancing in his own very special way, without ever minding what other people might think of him. Anyway, Mitch gets his degree and goes out in life to live. But a few years later, he sees a story in the newspaper about his teacher professor Albom. It turns out that he is very sick – dying – and Mitch decides to visit him.
From that day Mitch sees Morrie every tuesday. Every time they see each other he gets a lesson about life from the old and experienced man, and they become very close friends. They talk about the world, about feeling sorry for yourself, missing someone, death, family life, feelings, being scared of getting old, money, love, marriage, culture, forgiveness, and about the perfect day. The last tuesday they see each other they say goodbye. Professor Morrie Albom dies.
My Reading Experience
This is a sad and happy story that happened for real. There is some information to get about Albom and Morrie on the Internet. Counting the pages it is a very short book, but anyone who reads it will learn something of value, useful in their own life. The book gave me a lot o joy, but from time to time I was also crying. It made me think about my own life, my own values and ask myself questions. Why do people play this game of life, why do we become so unnatural for every year we get older? We are born unable to take care of our selves, but we are ashamed of having to get help with wiping our butt when we get old and sick. The book still stands in my shelf, and I will need ever give it away. I promise – the story will be there with you for ever.
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