Book Report ” My Sister, My Sorrow” by Bebe Fa as Rice, explores the natural human reactions to death, sickness and love. It delves into sibling rivalry, adolescent fear and stereotypes and gives insight into how beautiful the world seems when your life is on the line.” Leukemia is one of those diseases that creep up on you suddenly and catch you by surprise” ‘The story revolves around her thoughts and feelings towards friends, family, the meaning of life, depression, love, jealousy, cancer, etc. During the course of the book, the reader begins to understand much about what type of Leukemia it is that Beth has. Explained by the author in lame-mans terms, it becomes simple and enjoyable. Facts and story line fuse together to make an interesting chapter.
“My toothbrush in the morning looked like an accessory to a suicide attempt” the signs of cancer are explained to the reader in an interesting, informative way. Beth explains all the emotions that she feels, she doesn’t leave anything out. As the reader goes through the pages they actually understanding the feelings and the emotions that are being explained. The way she tries to explain grief to the reader is through what she sees “I’ll never forget that night, with Mum out in the kitchen, sobbing as she scraped the carrots for dinner.
Artists and sculptors usually depict grief as a heavily veiled figure leaning on a tombstone, but they ” re wrong. What grief really is, is a middle-aged woman with a carrot parer in one hand, laying her head down on the sink.” The characters in “My Sister, My Sorrow” are deep and unique; they bring with them, a different light to each chapter. The ‘gang’ at hope house, the staff and medics at the hospital, her family and friends, are all involved in her thoughts and story. Although credit is given to the author for captivating the reader with thought provoking questions and humorous tales, the characters are at time too deep and the questions Beth asks seem a little to mature for a teenager, even a teenager who is facing death. Her mother is always concerned for her younger daughter, even before they realize that she has cancer. When the signs of Beth’s’ cancer begin to appear with her losing weight, getting bruises, bleeding gums etc.
Her mother kicks into overdrive- “Naturally my mother, the vigilante, thought I had one of those eating disorders a lot of girls these days have and started snooping around to see if I was taking laxatives or deliberately throwing up.” Each of the characters in the book have their own separate ways of dealing with Beth’s cancer. Her mother was at times hard to handle- “I’m all for positive thinking, but Mum was beginning to sound like a hyperactive cheerleader.” She kept on trying to be optimistic with Beth, never allowing herself to admit that her daughter may actually die until the end of the story. The way Beth’s mother explain her actions was “When you were little and came to me with a bump, I’d kiss it to make it well and then play a game with you to forget the hurt. ‘Mummy, fix it!’ you used to say. So I suppose that’s what I’ve been trying to do now.
The kissing didn’t make it well. Now I’m playing a game to make the hurt go away.”We all have to die sometimes, some people just do it faster than others, that’s all. The important thing is not how long you live, but how much and how well… .”My beautiful, perfect sister. The rose without a thorn.
The diamond without a flaw.”When I was little, I used to read a lot of fairy tales. I liked all those beautiful and good princesses because they reminded me of my wonderful big sister.”There we were- Snow White and Dopey, Beauty and the Beast, Miss America and The Swamp Thing””She’d always be the pretty one, the pretty, clever, talented one that people notice and admire. I thought despairingly. And I’ll always be the plain, nothing one, slopping along behind her.”Jealousy is a terrible thing. They call it the ‘green-eyed monster’ but that doesn’t even half describe it.
It’s like having an ugly devil inside you that eats away at you.”Leukemia is one of those diseases that creep up on you suddenly and catch you by surprise.”I’ll never forget that night, with Mum out in the kitchen, sobbing as she scraped the carrots for dinner. Artists and sculptors usually depict grief as a heavily veiled figure leaning on a tombstone, but they ” re wrong. What grief really is, is a middle-aged woman with a carrot parer in one hand, laying her head down on the sink.”I’m all for positive thinking, but Mum was beginning to sound like a hyperactive cheerleader.”I just realized what’s wrong with all of us here at hope house… What I mean is that all of us here have problems that make us look, well, different from healthy kids” – Elliot.