I climbed into bed one evening intending to read several chapters and lights out at a reasonable time. Oh, Diana -- it was addictive -- I read all night long(!) and finished it about 4:00 a.m. I can remember being this engrossed only twice before -- Gone with the Wind and The Poisonwood Bible -- no sleep/all night sojourns. I laughed, cried (sobbed), and was riveted the entire night. The manuscript may be labeled as a "memoir," but it also shares suspense, poignancy, recognition, "ah hah's," faith, joy, humor, and, most of all, love with the reader. I know that anyone and everyone who reads this splendid work will be similarly affected.
I see/know so many women who need to hear this story in order to be able to connect reality with what is mistakenly described as the fairy tale (I often wonder if women use "fairy tale" when they can't identify with love). This is an on-going conversation for me with the women for whom there are "no good men out there." I so agree with you that good men are all over if we choose to see/hear them.
This book has music for me. The romantic strains of All Night Long comes up frequently, as does the shark music from Jaws with your father. and Ted's part, of course, evokes a lilting Baby Elephant Walk. Why doesn't this computer have musical notes so that I can illustrate my thoughts?
I had to sit down and IMMEDIATELY let you know how much I loved this writing (style, content, energy, warmth/ connection, and use of time (reminds me of Faulkner's Sound and the Fury). So I am -- PLEASE KNOW THAT I THINK IT IS WONDERFUL. I know it will sell millions of copies and touch multiple millions of lives.
Congratulations on a remarkable piece of art. Words are inadequate to describe my delight in the myriad emotions that your prose communicates and evokes.
Judy Foley, President
The Patricia Moore Group, California's Premier Introduction Service for Single Professionals since 1984
THE PROOF OF ENDURING LIFE IS THE BEHOLDER, June 23, 2001
Reviewer: Brady Buchanan from Las Vegas, NV
This is one of 5 best books I have ever read in my life and I am 72 yrs. old. There is a wealth of books that prove (to me) that life is everlasting and what you make of life in this world is up to you... period.
This books covers the entire spectrum of life. Yearning for love and a better life, searching for occupations, success, loss ..redemption..a brand new life..friendship and all of the emotions and happenings of a life. The author has picked the right words that fit into an experience of reading perfection. She relates experiences that could be unbelievable to some, but to me are as true and life uplifting that I must sing a song of thanksgiving that I discovered this book.
If you want to read a wonderful love story and get proof of the power of love, read Send Me Someone.
From R.A. of New York City:
The first and foremost thing I have to say is thank you for sharing your story. I only wish I would have read it sooner.
I don't believe it was an accident that I came upon your book. My lover, Kelly, died of AIDs on August 4, 2000. He was 36 years old. Since his death, I've had lots of ups and downs dealing with the grief. I've tried bereavement groups, but honestly hated the bad drama that played out at these meetings. Besides being an Italian/Jew, I'm an improvisational actor. I really didn't want anymore encouragement.
Kelly wasn't like the other boys (so he used to always say). He was born with a rare liver disease that made him "allergic" to the sun. I won't go into all the medical details. He was a handsome 6'2" red-hair Texan who had to walk around all the time with an umbrella and always had to dim the lights in places where he went. He did it all with a great sense of humor.
We had lived together for six-and-half years in my tiny studio apartment in the East Village. Kelly being extremely creative and frugal designed and decorated the entire apartment out of scraps found in the garbage. I have one of the most creative and fun living spaces in New York.
I'll try to cut to the chase. His departure has left a big hole in my life. My creativity has felt as if it dried up. There have been so, so many signs from him, but they have never seemed to console me for long.
One day, I was walking around Astor Place and found myself silently begging "Please Kelly, give me some damn guidance! I'm desperate." I walked into Barnes and Noble and found myself in front of your book. Out of all the books, I was drawn to yours. I picked it up and started reading. I couldn't stop.
Sharing your story and your strength was a God Send. What you shared about yours and Paul's life made me reflect on where me Kelly came from and where we went to. It was never about money, but joy about being with someone. Reading about your experience with grief and mourning made me feel as if I wasn't crazy. Sometimes in those bereavement groups it felt as if people were trying to out do one another.
Your story gave me hope and inspiration to move on. There was a wonderful term you used in your book: "Voluntary Simplicity." I kind of say it to myself as a mantra, and will use it as a foundation for reinventing myself. I've started journaling and writing again. I'm actually trying to quit smoking as well. More importantly, I also have hope in meeting someone again one day. It would be a shame to have spent so much time learning about love, and to not use it. I know Kelly isn't sitting on some cloud counting my tears. I also know he's with me in spirit. I personally believe he won't talk to me directly because he would be scared I'd start wearing scarves and handling crystal balls and never go forward. But there are times I'm bombarded with signs from him that only I would understand.
I'm coming upon his year anniversary. One of his last requests was to have a few of his close friends drive in a beaten up old pick-up truck and spread his ashes from one end of 42nd Street to the other. He wanted his remains to be mixed up with all of the soot and sewage of the city he loved the most. I've waited this long for his sister to come back in town. Maybe I've been waiting until I could really let go and honor his last request with an open heart.
Sandra N., widow , whose husband died too young, May 21, 2001
Uplifting and nurishment for ones soul,especially for those who has lost a loving spouse.
This book touched me deeply,and I appreciate the author sharing her personal life with us 'the public'. Diana shares her experience in living and loving and then coping with terminal illness,and the loss of her husband, and at times feeling connected to Paul. Her experiences validates my own experience in dealing a terminally ill spouse, coping with the loss and at times still feeling he is still with us. This book has it sad moments but at same time it is a joyous book celebrating the joy in living and loving and the peace one has in knowing their loved one is no longer in pain.
I needed this!, October 11, 2001
Reviewer: A reader from USA
A week after my 32-year-old husband died, I walked into a bookstore and was immediately drawn to this book on display. I knew exactly what the book was about the second I looked at the cover. Although I think some of it is really "out there," Diana's story helped me to believe that my husband's spirit could exist and that he wants me to be happy, and even find love again. I have since felt my husband's presence (although not as straightfoward as Diana's experiences!) and that has brought me joy; I'm not sure I would have been as open to the experience if I hadn't first read this book. Also, I have begun a romantic relationship, and while I carry some guilt about it, it is reassuring to know about Diana's story, and how she believes her husband led her to Ted and a second chance at love. (Perhaps someday I'll write my story about all the strange and wonderful coincidences that have occurred!) Regardless of one's particular situation or beliefs, I think this is a beautiful story.
Made a believer out of me!!, August 27, 2001
Reviewer: A reader from Los Angeles, CA
Even after reading this beautiful and gripping story, I can't imagine what I would do if my husband passed away. Diana is truly a strong and loving person, and her story gives me hope that life and love goes on!