Like many others, I at one point stumbled over the article "Top five regrets of the dying" on the internet, published by The Guardian. When I later learned that Ware had written a full-length book with the same title, I found the premise appealing: It seemed probable that dying people may have enough interesting thoughts to share that they may fill a small book. Thus, when the book arrived in my mailbox, I was full of positive expectations. I ended up rather dissatisfied with the book, however. I found the book frustrating on three main accounts:
1. The book is to a large degree not very much about the regrets of the dying, rather it is about the author herself.
2. The language of the book is simplistic and fails to draw you in.
3. Ware is apparently rather into spirituality and meditation, and coats her accounts with pseudo-religious references, which gets very tiring when you really just want to hear about the regrets of the dying and not about Bronnie Ware's having improved her life by becoming a vegan, doing yoga and meditating.
On a more positive note, there are actual accounts of dying people reflecting on their lives and what they might have done better. These passages are interesting. However, they take up less than 25% of the book, with the remainder being about Ware describing her life, her hardships, and her attempts to apply the wisdom imparted by the dying. Towards the end of the book, the book entirely ceases to be about regrets of the dying and instead turns into an account of Ware's battle with depression. While I understand that Ware has shared much of her very personal life in this book, presumably with the intention of helping other people to avoid hurt, ultimately I didn't find it very interesting to read about Bronnie Ware, and I would much rather have read a book about the regrets of the dying.
In short, this book is not what one would naturally expect from its title, and I personally did not find the contents of the book very worthwhile.