Based on the context, what’s your take on the way how her worldview and values influence the writing style in These Precious Days?

This is now February 2020, a time leading into the Global Pandemic, but we didn’t really know that then. What Ann knows is that her new friend needs more medical help. Sooki is flying to Memorial Sloan Kettering in NY (she lives in LA), looking for a clinical trial or something. This is a touching story of friendship, but it doesn’t resemble a Hallmark moment in the least. It’s not shallow or corny or bland. There are no cheap thrills, there’s no drama for the sake of drama. She writes steadily, and with compassion and smarts. Patchett makes you feel—the best thing a writer can do, in my opinion. The beloved New York Times bestselling author reflects on home, family, friendships and writing in this deeply personal collection of essays. Ann Patchett takes us to intimate places in her head and heart with this lovely collection of essays . I’ve read all of her novels and reading this book has made me want to read her other non fiction books. Reading this has also made me want to knit again, to read children’s books by Kate DeCamillo, to take a trip to Nashville not to go to the Grand Ole Opry, but to Parnassus her bookstore, to get rid of all the extra stuff in our house, to be more giving.In her book, These Precious Days, Patchett reflects on this unexpected friendship and explores the deeper meaning of connection, home, family, and writing in a collection of deeply personal essays.

She moved to Nashville, Tennessee when she was six, where she continues to live. Patchett said she loves her home in Nashville with her doctor husband and dog. If asked if she could go any place, that place would always be home. "Home is ...the stable window that opens out into the imagination." A pitch-perfect collection ... She can turn a sentence like no one else: her writing is clear, honest, witty, and just full of unsentimental humanity' Nigella Lawson

You look so much alike,' the nurse would say quietly, not wanting to disturb us more than we were already disturbed. No one exists on paper and pens, alone in a room without anyone to tell them when to get up and what to eat and when to go to sleep.”