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For One More Day By Mitch Albom

For One More Day is the story of a mother and a son, and a relationship that covers a lifetime and beyond. It explores the question: What would you do if you could spend one more day with a lost loved one? As a child, Charley “Chick” Benetto was told by his father, “You can be a mama’s boy or a daddy’s boy, but you can’t be both.” So he chooses his father, only to see the man disappear when Charley is on the verge of adolescence. Decades later, Charley is a broken man. His life has been crumbled by alcohol and regret. He loses his job. He leaves his family. He hits bottom after discovering his only daughter has shut him out of her wedding. And he decides to take his own life. He makes a midnight ride to his small hometown, with plans to do himself in. But upon failing even to do that, he staggers back to his old house, only to make an astonishing discovery. His mother -- who died eight years earlier -- is still living there, and welcomes him home as if nothing ever happened. Albom has said his relationship with his own mother was largely behind the story of the book, and that several incidents in “For One More Day” are actual events from his childhood.
I read this book in one day while in bed with the flu. For me, it was a page turner in it's truest sense. I never put it down. It was a wonderful story about a child caught between parents (something I know a thing or two about) and a mother that would do anything for her children. It made me hope beyond hope that I end up being the Mom I want to be. A truly touching story.
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Comments

Donna said…
I loved this book. In fact, I love all of Mitch Albom's books. There are so many lessons to be taken away from them. I may go back and re-read them so I can do a review on my blog. Thank you for the review and memories. I am a new follower - love your blog name. I want to invite you over to my blog for perhaps a follow too. http://mylife-in-stories.blogspot.com
Erren said…
Thank you Donna. I will definitely check out your blog :-)

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