This book has been making a bit of a stir recently, and deservedly so. It is an extremely moving and profound memoir written in the last year of a young neurosurgeon’s life. Paul Kalanithi was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer at the age of 36. He had degrees in English Literature, human biology, and history and philosophy of science and medicine from Stanford and Cambridge Universities before graduating from Yale School of Medicine, after which he completed almost a decade of training as a neurosurgeon. Kalanithi was fascinated by the connections between language, and literature, and biology – neuron activity, heartbeat – the precise point of intersection of biology, morality, literature and philosophy. He describes his career, and then his life as a patient. At a point where he has no future beyond the death sentence dictated by his disease, is the point where he questions what exactly what it is that gives life value – what kind of life is worth living. He explores his own obligations – as husband, father, son and doctor and the responsibility doctors have to their patients and their patients’ families in this process. An epilogue written by his wife Lucy provides some closure to the story of this remarkable man.