‘With brutal, beautiful honesty, Clover articulates how bereavement shocks and dislocates – and in all the pain, there’s SO much life.‘ MARIAN KEYES
‘Clover writes with visceral honesty.’ JULIA SAMUELS
‘Clover Stroud is a fearless explorer of the human heart, and a writer of incomparable grace and passion. She also understands more about loss, sorrow, grief, and resilience than most people will ever have to learn.’ ELIZABETH GILBERT, author of EAT, PRAY, LOVE
‘Can death bring something good to my life?’
A few weeks before Christmas, Clover’s sister died of breast cancer, aged forty-six. Just days before, she had been given years to live. Her sudden death split Clover’s life apart. The Red of My Blood charts Clover’s fearless passage through the first year after her sister’s death.
It is a book about what life feels like when death interrupts it, and about bearing the unbearable and describing an experience that seems beyond words. Lyrical, hopeful, it is also about the magical way in which death and life exist so vividly beside one another, and the wonder of being human.