There was so much I really enjoyed about this memoir. The author is a death doula, which, if you're unfamiliar, is someone who helps assist the living and the dying make that hard, but inevitable transition. Those needs can be emotional, spiritual, physical, financial, logistical -- everyone's life is different and thus their needs as they approach death will be different.
The author combines her own story of finding her calling as a death doula after years of being miserable working as a lawyer with sample cases of her clients (all seem to be kind of characters modeled after real people so as to protect their identities). The structure is quite intelligent; she weaves lessons from her own life with struggles of the people she worked for in a seamless way that made the book flow beautifully.
In fact, much of the book is beautiful. It's filled with wisdom and meaning. I absolutely lost it during the chapter in which Arthur discusses her brother-in-law, whose devastating passing partly inspired her to pursue this line of work, and I found myself thinking about life, death, and legacy throughout the whole reading experience.
There were moments, however, during which I found myself at odds with the author's perspective, her recklessness in her own life, and, sadly, the somewhat preachy tone that would creep up at times. I couldn't understand why she believed that taking mushrooms in a friend's empty apartment in the midst of a crippling depression was a good idea, but also how she finds the habit of people saying that an old person "lived a full life" is ageist and insulting. Having the ability to count is ageist? Feeling that the death of a young person is inherently sadder because of the loss of the years they might have had, versus an elderly person who is fighting the natural age limit of the human body? Both are sad, without a doubt, but they are different. If it's ageist to acknowledge that, I guess I'm ageist. It was hard to fully invest in the book as much as I wanted to because I felt like I was randomly getting scolded in the middle of touching stories.