For One More Day: a book review

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My 7th read for the year started with confusion because I couldn't focus on what I'm reading, and ended the book with a heavy heart. For One More Day by Mitch Albom is supposedly my 8th read for the year but I guess Crime and Punishment will really take a while.

I couldn't express my feelings and my thoughts about this book unlike the books I've read previously. It's like being stuck in the between again. Let me tell you more about the book for you to understand where I'm coming from.

We follow Charley "Chick" Benetto. He spiraled to depression when his mother died and he was away with his father. His parents were divorced when he was a kid and he was having a rough time accepting the fact that his father left them with no explanation or whatsoever. As a kid who adored his father the most, Chick put all the blame on his mother. He resented the way his mother dressed and all the things about her. 

Chick attempted to commit suicide one day and he was suddenly given a chance to spend a day with his mother. He gets to relive the life he had with his mother and deeply regrets the things he did in the past.

Reading this made me stop for a while. I didn’t realize how much it would hit me until I reached the last few pages. It made me think about how often we overlook the people who love us quietly, especially our parents. Sometimes, we only understand their sacrifices when it’s too late — when all that’s left are memories and what-ifs.

This book felt heavy, but in a way that made me grateful. Grateful for the people still around me, and for the chance to say the things I’ve been holding back. It reminded me that love doesn’t always come wrapped in big gestures, it’s in the small, everyday things we don’t notice until they’re gone.

I closed the book feeling a mix of sadness and comfort. Maybe that’s what Mitch Albom does best, he breaks your heart a little just to remind you it still works.


With love, 

E. 

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