You’d think the world has enough books from terminal cancer patients, who, in the face of death, try to give us all an urgent message that money and careers don’t matter — but only love does. And how would anyone disagree with those sentiments, taking place in hospitals and bad-news conversations. The message is always the same — and this book is no different. The key difference is that this one is written to sing a beautiful yet sad song — the words flowing into a single note, thick of human insights and wondering. It’s such a good book because even before his terminal diagnosis, Kalanithi loved books and wanted to write — and I think parts were written before the diagnosis, because that is exactly what a person who writes such a book would have done. It’s a sad book but you feel better about everything after reading it.