The Book of Dahlia: A Novel
by Elisa Albert
A very readable rant from the perspective of a messed-up JAP in her late twenties with terminal cancer.
Summed up beautifully in an aside aimed at the reader;
"Why so profane, ask the bookclubbers? Because we are talking here about death, and f*ck you if you don't like it: You're going to die, too. This is serious. F*ck, f*ck, f*ck."
Dying young is like those days when you just can't bring yourself to go to bed ...
"Night Disease: the imperative that they just keep going. Now Dahlia understood it perfectly. It was because the day needed something more. Whatever the day had contained somehow wasn't enough. They weren't ready to let go of it. Something more had to happen. Something else needed to occur. The day could not be over. They Would Not Submit. Not until they were ready."
But sometimes, most times, the day is over before you are ready.