How Lucky: A Novel

even if we often have less of it than we imagine. What people don’t like to think about is that you can do everything right—in life or in a treatment protocol—and still get the short end of the stick. And when that happens, the only control you have is how you deal with that stick—your way, not the way others say you should. I’d let Julie do it her

Il lui a prescrit des tranquillisants qu’il avait dans son tiroir et on est rentré la main dans la main et je sentais qu’elle était un peu embêtée de m’avoir accusé pour rien. Mais il faut la comprendre, car la vie était tout ce qui lui restait. Les gens tiennent à la vie plus qu’à n’importe quoi, c’est même marrant quand on pense à toutes les bell

In hospitals the seriously ill are, not surprisingly, quite willing to talk to the clergy. Even those who have no belief in God or the afterlife feel compelled to examine themselves, to ask, “Have I been loving enough to my friends and family? Have I been generous enough with my money? Have I continually postponed changes I knew should be made in m

That’s the thing about life: You can do what you do but in the end, some things remain stubbornly outside your control. You can’t calculate for dumb bad luck. As they say, man plans, God laughs. I could definitely detect a slight cackle.