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Amazon.co.uk Review
Wrong Rooms is a deeply moving memoir of what it means to watch the love of your life die before your very eyes. In 1992 Mark Sanderson, a respected writer on London magazine Time Out, had an unlucky love life which had left him feeling like "a pallid, lonely Englishman". Deciding to put an advert in a lonely hearts' column, he received a reply from an Australian called Drew, "a sci-fi-loving computer nerd who told lousy jokes". Inevitably he replied, and over the next two years, they fell in love. "Drew made me happier than I had ever been before. He took me to places I never expected to see" writes Sanderson. But in April 1994 Drew was diagnosed with skin cancer. Within three months he was dead. Wrong Rooms is the emotionally raw story of Sanderson's life with Drew, from domestic bliss through sickness and finally slow, painful death. The early sections of the book honestly evoke their blossoming relationship, as well as offering a deft portrait of gay life in 90s London. Sanderson writes with a clarity and sincerity that is all the more extraordinary because of the contrast between his life before and after Drew: "we entered a grave new world of waiting rooms, consulting rooms, hospital wards and theatres. The facts that our lives had only just changed for the better made the shock even worse". In the final moments with Drew Sanderson "experienced true horror for the first time", and at times it feels almost too intimate to read on. The book is clearly a cathartic experience for Sanderson; it is also probably one of the most painfully honest books about the loss of a lover to be written in a long time.

This is a powerful and poignant memoir, and brutally, painfully honest. It's a love story, but it's also a bleak tale of loss. Throughout, the book builds to it's inevitable climax in carefully drawn prose which lays open the happiness of the relationship before contrasting it with the horror of Drew's illness.

On a more prosaic note - I knew people could die from skin cancer, but I didn't know it could be such a horrible and painful death. I will be much less annoyed when my own scars from mole removal are irritating - they turned out to be pre-cancerous and harmless.

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bought from greenmetropolis.com. I thought the point of bookcrossing was to leave the books for people to find not sell them on.

CAUGHT IN BOUGHT FROM GREENMETROPOLIS.COM SITE

To reply to the previous journaller:

When one has finished with a book, one can do whatever one wishes with it.

As it was a book I had originally *bought* myself, I felt no qualms in selling it on. I do not sell books I am *given* via Bookcrossing. I added a Bookcrossing label because I thought it might be fun to track the book's future travels, that's all. The money I get from selling books allows me to fund giving books away via Bookcrossing, Bookmooch, ReadItSwapIt etc etc.

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