Why do I feel compelled to read about death, all the time?

Our book club just read, and adored,¬†When Breath Becomes Air. Of course, since it’s a memoir about a physician who discovers he’s dying of lung cancer, and then writes a book (this book) that he had always aspired to write, I had already read it. Some months ago. Shortly after it was published, in fact. … Continue reading Why do I feel compelled to read about death, all the time?