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Tuesdays with Morrie

I didn't think that day would come when I would want to write about a book but for some strange reason I feel the need to share my experience with reading Tuesdays with Morrie written by Mitch Albom. So here it goes.

The book is about an old man who is dying and every tuesday he meets up with an old student of his to discuss everything between life and death. Even though the lessons we go through aren't that surprising and I don't really think that I will actually adapt them to my life it makes you think about life in a different way. Without spoiling the book too much, it makes you appreciate what you have rather than wanting more.
Mitch Albom manages to describe the characters in the book very well and even though the way they look isn't described that thoroughly it felt like I knew the characters in the end and that I was actually a part of the lessons they had.
The book is also very easy to read which definitely made me like it since it was always interesting. I think people in different ages can enjoy it since the subjects that are discussed in the book can be adapted to all ages. There were some chapters that might only be for adults but even though I'm not an adult, married with kids I could appreciate the message that was sent out regardless how well I could relate to his situation.
This is a self biographic book which probably contributed to the feeling of it being very real. Whilst reading it I got a feeling that it had actually happened and the feelings we got to take part of were true. That made the experience of reading the book enjoyable.
I would recommend everyone to read the book. It isn't a feel-good book and it's not a book that will make you very excited but it is a book with real feelings in it. It makes you want to think more about the world and your life and tells a true story about two people, very different people, that learn from each other by only being open to listen.



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