˗ˏˋ BEATRICE ˊˎ˗'s Reviews > For One More Day

“When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.”

What can I say... Mr Albom always does something to your heart with his books. He has quite an easy way to tell a story; the kind you’ll catch the gist of immediately.
Like the other piece of work, “Tuesdays with Morrie”, this book is also a biography -in some way- that Mr Albom illustrates details of intense moments of a person’s life.

“To hurt the way they hurt? Was that what I had done? Had I wanted to see on my mother’s face the rejection I felt from my father? Had my daughter done the same to me?”

Charley, and his father, always bitter and cruel to the women in their lives, Mother Posey and the daughter always forgiving and loving. This shows full contrast. The opposites. Male and female, Black and white. Light and darkness, love and hate. Calmness versus anger. All these contrasts cause the character Charley not to see the truth, therefore chasing after the deprived attention of his father, ignoring all the love his mother is giving.

“Oh, so now you want to be with me.”

From the beginning to the end -especially the end- and throughout the whole, everything is a cliché. You can sense the uprising and maxim tone trying to be impressive —which is successful at some point. Because Mr Albom knows exactly how to tell a cliché story the way his audience enjoy it. Love is a powerful thing, specially on behalf of a parent. It’s precious and needs to be more valued. This book acts as a strike to so many people.

“A child should never have to choose.”

A child, should never, ever, EVER, choose. It’s a kid’s right to have both, love and receive love from both, the same amount and way. It’s cruel to neglect this fact, shouting out to the toxic-masculinity-issue, forced by old-fashioned fathers on the sons.

In last words, no child should be ashamed of receiving love from a mother or father, because loving people who take care of you and love you with their whole heart isn’t weakness, it’s precious.