"Three Books" or "Neurosurgeon Dies After Writing Book About Life"

[Seil]

So I found angostura bitters. That's an Old Fashioned. I make Old Fashioneds now, They're great. Wondering about bitters, taste would change with other bitters and you can sweeten it to taste with sugar.

There's this neurosurgeon named Paul Kalanithi who died after writing a brilliant book about finding meaning in life. Supposed to be good, I dunno. Thing is that my aunt is needing renovations in her house and I'm helping out with the deconstruction, and there's a radio that plays CBC all day, and I heard about this book from Kalanithi from his wife, Lucy Kalanithi.

Good station, CBC, what with the Vinyl Cafe and introducing me to Basia Bulat.

LINK BA-BAM PA-WOW!

Paul was diagnosed with cancer, and in that time, he was trying to find meaning in his life. He read philosophy and wanted to write a book in his twilight years, but decided to write more immediately. The thing I find interesting is that when he and his wife were packing for the hospital, she was scrambling while all he grabbed was three books.

Three.

My question is this - if you knew you were dying, and you were going to grab three books to take to the hospital, which would you choose? That's it. Pay no more attention to the story behind the curtain. The beautiful love story.

[phil_]

I suppose I'd grab The Tao of Physics, because reading it lets me feel like I almost understand reality; my Nook because my Nook is a book that lets me play SIF; and my Norton Anthology of Western Literature for when I feel like reading anything new, or just reading Lanval again.