Talking about the story of the book, The main story of the book revolves around a character. Newspaper sports columnist Mitch Albom is the main character we are talking about. This professor is known as Morrie Schwartz. And the professor was the patient of the amyotrophic lateral sclerosis as well. Making him very weak and pushing towards the death as well. The main story of the book focusses on the meetings of the professor and the Albom as they meet after a very long time. There is a very good T.
V movie based on the same book as well. If you like the movies then you should watch this one as well. Mitchell David Albom is not just a very good and a very well known author but he is a very good and well-known dramatist, T. V broadcaster, screenwriter, journalist, as well as a very good musician as well. Your email address will not be published. Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.
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Continue browsing Preview unavailable. Publisher: Random House Publishing Group. Released: Jun 29, ISBN: Format: Book. Someone older, patient and wise, who understood you when you were young and searching, helped you see the world as a more profound place, gave you sound advice to help you make your way through it. For Mitch Albom, that person was Morrie Schwartz, his college professor from nearly twenty years ago.
Maybe, like Mitch, you lost track of this mentor as you made your way, and the insights faded, and the world seemed colder.
Wouldn't you like to see that person again, ask the bigger questions that still haunt you, receive wisdom for your busy life today the way you once did when you were younger? Mitch Albom had that second chance. He rediscovered Morrie in the last months of the older man's life. Knowing he was dying, Morrie visited with Mitch in his study every Tuesday, just as they used to back in college.
Tuesdays with Morrie is a magical chronicle of their time together, through which Mitch shares Morrie's lasting gift with the world. About the author MA. Read more. Reviews What people think about Tuesdays with Morrie 4. Rate as 1 out of 5, I didn't like it at all.
Rate as 2 out of 5, I didn't like it that much. Rate as 3 out of 5, I thought it was OK. Rate as 4 out of 5, I liked it. Rate as 5 out of 5, I loved it. Rating: 0 out of 5 stars. Write a review optional. Reader reviews karenduff. I absolutely loved this book, I fell in love with Morrie. I found it incredibly moving, especially the last few pages that deal with Mitch's last visit to Morrie and his death. This is a fairly short book.
I read it all in one sitting, in under two hours. I read the 20th anniversary edition. I can not believe it has been around that long. I remember when it first came out. I did not read it at that time, so I am glad I finally took the time to read it. This is a sweet story, about a man who reconnects with his old college professor, who is now dying from ALS. I love the special bond they had when Mitch was a student in his college classes. Their reunion at the end of Morrie's life is bittersweet.
If they had remained in touch, they could have had so much more time together to enjoy each other's company.
As it is, they only have month's together before Morrie's death. Mitch begins to meet up with Morrie every Tuesday, to talk about life and death. They meet over the course of several months, right up until the week Morrie dies. Their conversations are very deep. Facing his impending death, Morrie has some remarkable insights into dying.
He comes across as very brave and very accepting of the whole process. Even though I understand every point he was trying to make, I still find it hard to accept the inevitability of death. I admit to feeling some jealousy towards Mitch, for getting to have such a strong bond with such a remarkable man.
I wish I had someone in my life as kind, loving and insightful as Morrie. I received a free copy from Blogging for Books in exchange for my honest review. Das Buch wurde irgendwo empfohlen, da es jemanden ganz toll beeinflusst hat.
Bei mir kommen keine Ex-Studenten vorbei, weil ich kein Professor bin. Das ist Morrie aber anscheinend nie aufgefallen. Warum hat er nie sein Haus verkauft, ist in eine kleine Mietwohnung gezogen und hat das restliche Geld gespendet, wenn Geld doch so unwichtig ist?
Wenn jemand gerne joggt, dann will er nicht die Abende rumsitzen mit den Kindern seines Bruders, dann will er lieber joggen. Morrie sagt, ich solle mich so verhalten wie er - aber was ist, wenn ich feststelle, dass macht mir gar keinen Spass? Ich mag gerne Reisen und Snowboarden. Das kostet Geld. No books were required, yet many topics were covered, including love, work, community, family, aging, forgiveness, and, finally, death.
The last lecture was brief, only a few words. A funeral was held in lieu of graduation. Although no final exam was given, you were expected to produce one long paper on what was learned.
That paper is presented here. I was the student. It is the late spring of , a hot, sticky Saturday afternoon. Hundreds of us sit together, side by side, in rows of wooden folding chairs on the main campus lawn. We wear blue nylon robes.
We listen impatiently to long speeches. When the ceremony is over, we throw our caps in the air, and we are officially graduated from college, the senior class of Brandeis University in the city of Waltham, Massachusetts.
For many of us, the curtain has just come down on childhood. Afterward, I find Morrie Schwartz, my favorite professor, and introduce him to my parents. He is a small man who takes small steps, as if a strong wind could, at any time, whisk him up into the clouds. In his graduation day robe, he looks like a cross between a biblical prophet and a Christmas elf. He has sparkling blue-green eyes, thinning silver hair that spills onto his forehead, big ears, a triangular nose, and tufts of graying eyebrows.
He tells my parents how I took every class he taught. Before we leave, I hand my professor a present, a tan briefcase with his initials on the front. I bought this the day before at a shopping mall. Then he hugs me. I feel his thin arms around my back. I am taller than he is, and when he holds me, I feel awkward, older, as if I were the parent and he were the child. The Syllabus His death sentence came in the summer of Looking back, Morrie knew something bad was coming long before that.
He knew it the day he gave up dancing. He had always been a dancer, my old professor. Rock and roll, big band, the blues. He loved them all.
He would close his eyes and with a blissful smile begin to move to his own sense of rhythm. Morrie danced by himself. He twisted and twirled, he waved his arms like a conductor on amphetamines, until sweat was dripping down the middle of his back. No one there knew he was a prominent doctor of sociology, with years of experience as a college professor and several well-respected books.
They just thought he was some old nut. Once, he brought a tango tape and got them to play it over the speakers. Then he commandeered the floor, shooting back and forth like some hot Latin lover. When he finished, everyone applauded. He could have stayed in that moment forever. But then the dancing stopped. He developed asthma in his sixties.
His breathing became labored. One day he was walking along the Charles River, and a cold burst of wind left him choking for air. He was rushed to the hospital and injected with Adrenalin.
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