It takes a gander at the worth of life – the careless redundancy of days versus the excitement of accepting every day may be our last, and living each second to the full in a true manner. The idea that each one is different yet that the majority use imperative energy attempting to be equivalent to every other person. The other topics of the book are really intriguing – the get over among frenzy and mental soundness, the trouble individuals face when they believe they are at chances with society. Living as life ought to be appreciated and consistently trust in yourself. Yet, when you endure the topic “suicide”, some of us may think on how does the one ending their life feel? How can one feel then, at that point, confronting their own demise knowing its inescapable? This story was perfectly composed and has stir within me the delight of living. All things considered, it is a miserable and extreme thing to go through when a relative or dear companion choose to end their own life. Some may think that the individuals who are ending their life are narrow minded, some comprehend and some don’t comprehend. Some thoughts about this subject are different from others. Suicide is the main subject of this novel. This is the second time I read this novel and I still found it good. She finds that every second of her existence is a choice between living and dying, and at the eleventh hour emerges more open to life than ever before. In the heightened state of life’s final moments, Veronika discovers things she has never really allowed herself to feel before: hatred, fear, curiosity, love, and sexual awakening. To her surprise, Veronika finds herself drawn to the confinement of Villete and its patients, who, each in his or her individual way, reflect the heart of human experience. The story follows Veronika through the intense week of self-discovery that ensues. While the overdose didn’t kill Veronika immediately, the medication has damaged her heart so severely that she has only days to live. Naturally Veronika is stunned when she does wake up at Villete, a local mental hospital, where the staff informs her that she has, in fact, partially succeeded in achieving her goal. She takes a handful of sleeping pills expecting never to wake up. So, on the morning of November 11, 1997, Veronika decides to die. Inside her is a void so deep that nothing could possibly ever fill it.
Twenty-four-year-old Veronika seems to have everything she could wish for: youth and beauty, plenty of attractive boyfriends, a fulfilling job, and a loving family.
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