Alice is a 50 year old college professor who has early onset Alzheimer’s disease. Having been a woman who prided herself on her ability to remember, Alice narrates her own journey into the literal loss of her mind.
“And I have no control over which yesterdays I keep and which ones get deleted. This disease will not be bargained with. I can’t offer it the names of the US presidents in exchange for the names of my children. I can’t give it the names of state capitals and keep the memories of my husband.
Yes, this book is heart breaking and yes, at times very difficult to read but the writing and telling are excellent. Well worth a little uncomfortableness.
“She liked being reminded of butterflies. She remembered being six or seven and crying over the fates of the butterflies in her yard after learning that they lived for only a few days. Her mother had comforted her and told her not to be sad for the butterflies, that just because their lives were short didn’t mean they were tragic. Watching them flying in the warm sun among the daisies in their garden, her mother had said to her, see, they have a beautiful life. Alice liked remembering that.”