I’m in reading mode at the mo and last week I finished another
book. It was Lynda Bellingham’s autobiography; There’s Something I’ve Been
Dying to Tell You. She recently passed away with a publicised battle with
cancer, and she didn’t go without putting up a fight.
I thought the book would be quite sad because of the cancer,
but it was actually a very upbeat and humourous at times. And surprisingly I
didn’t cry once at the book. This is probably because Lynda was so full of life
and made the most of her time left, that there wasn’t a reason to cry. That you
shouldn’t feel sad because she died with no regrets and spent her time with
family and friends and doing lots of charity work.
It’s a great read, and not your usual sob story.
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