Book Review: Never Stop Dancing by John Robinette and Robert Jacoby

It is said April is the cruelest month and for John Robinette this is true. In April of 2010 he lost his wife Amy.

When it comes to losing a spouse there are countless books about and by widows by not a whole lot about widowers. The only two I can think of are books written by Rob Sheffield and Mathias Freese.

Now there is another: Never Stop Dancing.

Divided into four parts named in the four seasons starting in the summer after Robinette lost his treasured wife Amy and it’s aftermath.

Encouraged by his friend Jacoby, Robinette was asked to share his experience as an act of therapy and healing and Never Stop Dancing conveys both of their stories.

Robinette goes into heartbreaking detail about losing Amy from her sudden demise to moving on finding someone new to love like planning her funeral, cancelling her credit cards, to experiencing the stages of grief, not to mention being a single dad to two boys deeply entrenched in their own grief. And all of it truly pierces your heart.

And there are tales of why Amy was so loved. Described as Robinette knew her true self, Amy seems almost too good to be true, but one person I wish I new personally.

Jacoby also shares his experience helping his friend cope and his story is also necessary in conveying Robinette’s path of bereavement and healing.

Never Stop Dancing isn’t just about losing a spouse. It is also a story of male friendship.

This book is written in exquisite detail and when you finish it you just want to everyone a huge group hug.

Writer’s Block

In the age of Coronavirus I am sending my readers good health, healing, and hope.

It’s at times like theses I feel pretty unnecessary when we literally have people putting their lives in danger I realize I am pretty darn insignificant. I don’t work as a healthcare professional. I’m not a delivery driver or a janitor or housekeeper or teacher or necessary retail/service worker and so on. These are the helpers and the healers. These people have my heart.

However, books are a healing balm for and an act of selfcare in this day and age and I know know they are to book lovers everywhere. So here is to the readers and writers