Wow, what a memoir. Joyce Maynard is a fiction author, who bares herself in writing this story about her life. Primarily is a book about her great love. How when she was 58, she met the love of her life Jim, and how they both found a great joy in being together and enjoying life. They enjoyed music, travelling, driving and just spending their time together. Then a year after getting married, Jim is diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.
The second part of the memoir is pretty daunting, as Joyce and Jim try to decide what treatments to pursue and whose advice they should follow. They seek out other sufferers and survivors to find out what worked for them and meet people for advice and support, watching most eventually die of this horrid disease.
I could have carried on reading for so much longer, as Joyce opened up on her life, but the story did eventually have to end. I didn't cry, but just felt in awe of reading this book, which felt like reading one big private love letter. 5/5