It has been a long time since I have wept at the end of a book, surprising since I had realized from the Dedication what would happen. I had fallen headfirst into "Cutting for Stone, Verghese's more recent book and so wanted to read others. He has a way of showing you every detail of the story, whether it be the minutiae of medicine and cures, or the feelings of his characters. He remains humbly the story teller, no matter how involved he is as a character, and unrolls the tale in a way you cannot resist following. Tennis was such a full metaphor for how to conduct ones life. As I said, I wept, not just for David and Verghese himself, but also for the countless people who are left less than human and destroyed by the addictions of our world.