As part of my virtual tour, Joyce Anthony reviewed my memoir in her blog Books and Authors.  Here's the review:
This is my seventh or eighth attempt at what has to be the most difficult review I have ever written.  And Twice the Marrow of Her Bones has  a fairly straightforward synopsis.  Susan Petersen Avizour had a good  job, a loving husband and seven children that meant the world to her.   Their lives were ones many yearn for--until the day her middle daughter  was diagnosed with leukemia.This  book follows Susan and her family through the several years leading up  to her daughter's death--and into the aftermath.  Through weekly updates  at her church, a blog written five years later, based on these updates  and poems written by Timora, we get to see how Timora's life, illness  and death impacted not only her family, but those around her.
What is  complicated about reviewing this book is finding words to describe pure  emotion.  The author holds nothing back in the telling of her story.   You feel her pain, the anguish of feeling that all hope is lost.  You  feel her great pride in a daughter that tries to make the most of every  minute she has on Earth.  
Words do not flow from the pages of this book.  And Twice the Marrow of her Bones is  an exercise in capturing and sharing pure, untainted emotion.  The  subtitle is "A Mother's Memoir" and that doesn't come close to  describing this book.  The closest description I can come up with is  that this book IS a mother's love.
Women everywhere  (and men too) will feel themselves in this book.  Even if you have not  physically lost a child, every parent fears that chance. As your child  moves from babyhood to school and from school to adulthood, you feel a  sense of loss for the being they once were.  Take that feeling and  multiply it a hundredfold and you can come close to what a parent feels  when physically losing a child.
This is not an  easy book to read.  You will find the need to step back and get your  emotions in check before continuing.  You will have not only the wish,  but an undeniable need, to hug your own child.  You may even find  yourself having to force yourself to let them go.  In the end, you will  feel as though you have been given one of the greatest gifts in  existence, a mother's pure, unconditional love.
I am afraid there arent't enough colors on the Rainbow Scale to rate And Twice the Marrow of Her Bones.
 
 
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