The book is a chronicle of the last two years of life of the author's mother, Marie Anne Schwelbe, marked by her fight against an incurable pancreatic cancer.
The story is woven through the books mother and son decide to read together during this period, forming an uncommon two-people book club.
The spark is definitely captivating, specially for all the other bookworms out there, and Marie Anne's death definitely needs respect.
Nevertheless, the result is discontinuous, literary speaking. In some chapters, the book presented and Marie Anne's life seem really to merge, with each of them enlightening the other. In many others, the books mentioned stay out of the story and mother and son's conversations about them are easy to forget.
Marie Anne's portrait is without shadows: self-oblivious, always ready to minimize the multiple inconveniences of her cancer, always attentive to the people around her and willing to do something for them and for the "big causes" she supports (e.g. her activities as a member of the Women's Refugee Commission). We almost do not have any insight in her deep personal struggle against the disease.
Overall, the book is pleasant to read, specially if you have already read many of the books mentioned (there is a list of all of them at the end of the book, so you may check): you will gain the pleasure to meet again some old friends. At the same time it is not a memorable book. I think it would have benefited from being much shorter.