`He crashed on to the pillow next to me, heavy as a felled oak. I slapped His face and told Him to wake up. Our daughter, B, appeared in the doorway, woken up by the screaming – I must have been screaming but I don’t remember – and she was crying and peering in. I told her the ultimate adult lie; that everything was all right.’
Sudden death is rude. It just wanders in and takes your husband without any warning; it doesn’t even have the decency to knock. At the impossibly young age of 37, as they were making love one night, Lucie Brownlee’s beloved husband Mark dropped dead.
As Lucie tried to make sense of her new life – the one she never thought she would be living – she turned to writing to express her grief. Me After You is the stunning, irreverent and heartbreakingly honest result.
An interesting read. I don't read many memoirs, only because it's quite difficult to review something that's somebody's life, but Me After You sounded interesting, and it was a very interesting look into Lucie's life after her husband, Mark's, sudden death.
I wasn't a massive fan of the words "He", "His", etc, being capitalised throughout sentences - it's a very religious thing, that you see whenever God or Jesus is mentioned, and it sort of made me think Mark was in that category too. I always knew who Lucy was talking about, so there was no need for the capitalisation.
I'm very glad I read it, it was a very sad, but interesting read, and very thought-provoking, and I love that Lucie is a Geordie. Geordie's are few and far between in the book world, real or fictional!
