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|author=Paul Kalanithi
|title=When Breath Becomes Air
|rating=4.5
|genre=Autobiography
|summary=At the age of thirty six Paul Kalanithi seemed to have a glittering career - and life - ahead of him. He had degrees in English literature, human biology and history and philosophy of science and medicine from Stanford and Cambridge universities, as well as the American Academy of Neurological Surgery's top award for research. His reflections on medicine had been published in the ''New York Times''. The ''Washington Post'' as well as the ''Paris Review Daily''. It had been hinted, as he came to the end of ten years training to be a neurosurgeon, that he'd have the pick of the jobs on offer. There was just one nagging problem. Well there was more than one. He had severe back pain and he knew that he was unwell. He had stage four (terminal) lung cancer.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>1847923674</amazonuk>
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{{newreview
|author=Edith Morley
|summary=Born around 1373, Margery Kempe grew up in a family of good standing - her Father serving as a mayor, and as a member of parliament. Whilst no records remain of her childhood, it is unlikely that Margery would have received any kind of formal education. She was, however, taught religious texts, which may well have set the way for the visions she would encounter later in life.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>0199686645</amazonuk>
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{{newreview
|author=David Esterly
|title=The Lost Carving: A Journey to the Heart of Making
|rating=4
|genre=Autobiography
|summary=Bouncing between his studio in upstate New York and the sites of various English sojourns, woodcarver David Esterly's seems to be an idyllic existence. Yet it's not all cosy cottages in the snow and watching geese and coyotes when he looks up from his workbench. There is an element of hard-won retreat from the trials of life in this memoir, but at the same time there is an argument for the essential difficulty of the artist's life. 'Carvers are starvers,' a wizened English carver once told him. Certainly there is no great fortune to be won from a profession as obscure as limewood carving, but the rewards outweigh the hard graft for Esterly.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>0715649191</amazonuk>
}}