Between Me and the River by Carrie Host (Harlequin)
Review by Ilie Ruby, author of The Language of Trees: A Novel.
Few of us are well-versed in what it takes to save our own lives. Carrie Host is.
Between Me and the River is a heartbreaking, glorious, and poetic rendering that spans several years of a young woman’s life during which her body is ravaged by a slow-growing but deadly form of cancer. It is also the story of a woman saved by her inner resources, and the buoying love of her husband and three children. In Between Me and the River, Host intimately describes her battles and triumphs in nail-biting detail. While difficult to read at times, Host’s cut to the quick candor keeps the reader engaged as she takes us on a journey into the labyrinth of the medical system, as she rebuilds her body, brick by metaphorical brick, only to have it ravaged again.
Her lyrical descriptions provide a reprieve from the harsh realities of a life forever on the “river” – a metaphor that she uses for her cancer. At once poet and realist, Host’s struggle to make peace with her disease provides a compelling narrative that propels the reader to turn the book’s pages with care, hanging on to Host’s voice as though it’s a life raft through the unknown rapid waters she so bravely navigates, even when it appears she will drown. Yet, through it all, one has the feeling she’s got her eyes set on the horizon, far enough in the distance to see herself across the river.
Sometimes the river is torrid. Sometimes it stops moving completely. Emboldened with a fighting spirit even as her 5’7′ body drops from a healthy 135 to a haunting 97 pounds, rendering her unable to hold her head up let alone hold a new baby, the future looks bleak. But treatment after treatment, she fights and holds on, wrestling with her own spirituality and drawing epiphanies about herself and her relationships – the sort that come from the deepest depths of despair – that bless her with an uncommon peace that only those who have visited death’s door can intimately understand.
Host navigates the river as she enters into complicated dialogues with friends, her children, and her husband, all of whom, at times, she believes she may never see again. She describes the desperation and frustration she feels when hiring someone to care for her children, to do the things she is supposed to be doing as she feels herself falling into a shadow of her former self when cancer seems to be winning.
This is a story that shakes the reader to the core, one not for the faint of heart, but certainly a worthy one. Host, caught in the middle of a glorious life, could have been any one of us… yet, she is no longer like us. She is different, as only a woman can be when she has touched death’s door and returned with as many scars as gifts.
This book teaches us powerful lessons about love, letting go, and forgiveness, about the quest for health and the fight to survive, about savoring every small moment with the same enthusiasm and appreciation as all the grand moments put together. In the end, it is Host’s determination and wisdom that bring her back fighting. Hers is a voice not easily forgotten, one that makes a reader wish her many more healthy years, for surely she has many more gifts to share with us.
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