This is one of those books that I can't (in good conscience) just casually recommend to people. I loved it, but it's also deeply devastating. Parents of young children, especially, may have trouble reading Jayson Greene's story. In May 2015, two year old Greta Greene was sitting with her grandmother, Susan, on a bench on the Upper West Side. As they chattered on the bench, a brick fell from a facade eight stories above, killing Greta and injuring Susan. Once More We Saw Stars opens with a description of this tragic accident and it's unimaginably hard to read. The rest of the book, though, is a message of hope and a story of survival in the darkest circumstances. It has now been four years since the accident and Jayson / Stacy Greene have a new baby, Harrison Greene. Jayson's instagram is jam-packed with adorable photos of Harrison. I spent thirty minutes recovering from this book by just scrolling through Jayson's instagram (which is all post-Greta).
If you can stomach this type of memoir (as in, it won't send you to bed in tears for two days), you should read Once More We Saw Stars. It's not often that I read anything with such emotional depth.