I’ve recently finished rereading Paula by Isabel Allende. It’s a memoir that Isabel Allende wrote while her daughter was in a coma. Allende wrote about the extra ordinary life she’s lived. Like that woman went through a lot of hardships, from being raised by a single mom in 1940s Chile to moving around a lot because of her step-dad’s job to being exiled in the 70s and she had to seek out refuge in Venezuela. She wrote this book with hope that her daughter would wake up from her coma to read it. Sadly, that didn’t happen because her daughter died at the end. So, I wish I could change that part and that some kind of miracle would have come through for Paula and she would have woken up from her coma.