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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • A searing, deeply moving memoir of illness and recovery that traces one young woman’s journey from diagnosis to remission tore-entry into “normal” life—from the author of the Life, Interrupted column in The New York TimesONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR: The New York Times Book Review, The Washington Post, Bloomberg, The Rumpus, She Reads, Library Journal, Booklist • “I was immersed for the whole ride and would follow Jaouad anywhere. . . . Her writing restores the moon, lights the way as we learn to endure the unknown.”—Chanel Miller, The New York Times Book Review “Beautifully crafted . . . affecting . . . a transformative read . . . Jaouad’s insights about the self, connectedness, uncertainty and time speak to all of us.”—The Washington Post In the summer after graduating from college, Suleika Jaouad was preparing, as they say in commencement speeches, to enter “the real world.” She had fallen in love and moved to Paris to pursue her dream of becoming a war correspondent. The real world she found, however, would take her into a very different kind of conflict zone. It started with an itch—first on her feet, then up her legs, like a thousand invisible mosquito bites. Next came the exhaustion, and the six-hour naps that only deepened her fatigue. Then a trip to the doctor and, a few weeks shy of her twenty-third birthday, a diagnosis: leukemia, with a 35 percent chance of survival. Just like that, the life she had imagined for herself had gone up in flames. By the time Jaouad flew home to New York, she had lost her job, her apartment, and her independence. She would spend much of the next four years in a hospital bed, fighting for her life and chronicling the saga in a column for The New York Times. When Jaouad finally walked out of the cancer ward—after countless rounds of chemo, a clinical trial, and a bone marrow transplant—she was, according to the doctors, cured. But as she would soon learn, a cure is not where the work of healing ends; it’s where it begins. She had spent the past 1,500 days in desperate pursuit of one goal—to survive. And now that she’d done so, she realized that she had no idea how to live. How would she reenter the world and live again? How could she reclaim what had been lost? Jaouad embarked—with her new best friend, Oscar, a scruffy terrier mutt—on a 100-day, 15,000-mile road trip across the country. She set out to meet some of the strangers who had written to her during her years in the hospital: a teenage girl in Florida also recovering from cancer; a teacher in California grieving the death of her son; a death-row inmate in Texas who’d spent his own years confined to a room. What she learned on this trip is that the divide between sick and well is porous, that the vast majority of us will travel back and forth between these realms throughout our lives. Between Two Kingdoms is a profound chronicle of survivorship and a fierce, tender, and inspiring exploration of what it means to begin again.

Suleika Jaouad
March 1, 2022
368 pages

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“Here is the key to Between Two Kingdoms—Jaouad’s disarming honesty. There is no self-pity in this telling and few of the expected pieties . . . Jaouad is writing about a process, a back-and-forth. In the tension between health and sickness, past and present, a new balance must be forged.”—Los Angeles Times“Jaouad’s book stands out not only because she has lived to parse the saga of her medical battle with the benefit of hindsight, but also because it encompasses the less familiar tale of what it’s like to survive and have to figure out how to live again.”—NPR “I was immersed for the whole ride and would follow Jaouad anywhere. Her sensory snapshots remain in my mind long after reading . . . Not only can Jaouad tolerate the unbearable feelings, she can reshape them into poetry . . . Her writing restores the moon, lights the way as we learn to endure the unknown.”—Chanel Miller, The New York Times Book Review “Beautifully crafted . . . affecting . . . a transformative read . . . Jaouad’s insights about the self, connectedness, uncertainty and time speak to all of us, not only readers who’ve faced a life-changing—and potentially life-ending—diagnosis. . . . The timing of this memoir is just right.”—The Washington Post“When the life we had is snatched away, how do we find the conviction to live another? Between Two Kingdoms will resonate with anyone who is living a different life than they planned to live. This is a propulsive, soulful story of mourning and gratitude—and an intimate portrait of one woman’s sojourn in the wilderness between life and death.”—Tara Westover, author of Educated“A beautiful, elegant, and heartbreaking book that provides a glimpse into the kingdom of illness . . . Suleika Jaouad avoids sentimentality but manages to convey the depth of the emotional turmoil that illness can bring into our lives.”—Siddhartha Mukherjee, author of The Emperor of All Maladies“In a book bubbling with ambition and impeccable skill, it is what Suleika Jaouad does with courage and secondary characters that is simply once in a generation. Between Two Kingdoms mended parts I thought were forever disintegrated.”—Kiese Laymon, author of Heavy”This is a deeply moving and passionate work of art, quite unlike anything I’ve ever read. I will remember these stories for years to come, because Suleika Jaouad has imprinted them on my heart.”—Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat Pray Love“Jaouad does a beautiful job of writing from this place of ‘dual citizenship,’ where she finds pain but also joy, kinship, and possibility.”—Library Journal (starred review) “Memorable, lyrical, and ultimately hopeful: a book that speaks intently to anyone who suffers from illness and loss.”—Kirkus Reviews “Boldly candid and truly memorable.”—Booklist (starred review) “This is a stunning memoir, well-crafted and hard to put down.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review) About the Author Suleika Jaouad wrote the Emmy Award–winning New York Times column Life, Interrupted. Her essays and feature stories have appeared in The New York Times Magazine and Vogue and on NPR. She is also the creator of the Isolation Journals, a global project cultivating creativity and community during challenging times. Between Two Kingdoms is her first book. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1The ItchIt began with an itch. Not a metaphorical itch to travel the world or some quarter-­life crisis, but a literal, physical itch. A maddening, claw-­at-­your-­skin, keep-­you-­up-­at-­night itch that surfaced during my senior year of college, first on the tops of my feet and then moving up my calves and thighs. I tried to resist scratching, but the itch was relentless, spreading across the surface of my skin like a thousand invisible mosquito bites. Without realizing what I was doing, my hand began meandering down my legs, my nails raking my jeans in search of relief, before burrowing under the hem to sink directly into flesh. I itched during my part-­time job at the campus film lab. I itched under the big wooden desk of my library carrel. I itched while dancing with friends on the beer-­slicked floors of basement taprooms. I itched while I slept. A scree of oozing nicks, thick scabs, and fresh scars soon marred my legs as if they had been beaten with rose thistles. Bloody harbingers of a mounting struggle taking place inside of me.“It might be a parasite you picked up while studying abroad,” a Chinese herbalist told me before sending me off with foul-­smelling supplements and bitter teas. A nurse at the college health center thought it might be eczema and recommended a cream. A general practitioner surmised that it was stress related and gave me samples of an antianxiety medication. But no one seemed to know for sure, so I tried not to make a big deal out of it. I hoped it would clear up on its own.Every morning, I would crack the door of my dorm room, scan the hall, and sprint in my towel to the communal bathroom before anyone could see my limbs. I washed my skin with a wet cloth, watching the crimson streaks swirl down the shower drain. I slathered myself in drugstore potions made of witch hazel tonic and I plugged my nose as I drank the bitter tea concoctions. Once the weather turned too warm to wear jeans every day, I invested in a collection of opaque black tights. I purchased dark-­colored sheets to mask the rusty stains. And when I had sex, I had sex with the lights off.Along with the itch came the naps. The naps that lasted two, then four, then six hours. No amount of sleep seemed to appease my body. I began dozing through orchestra rehearsals and job interviews, deadlines and dinner, only to wake up feeling even more depleted. “I’ve never felt so tired in my life,” I confessed to my friends one day, as we were walking to class. “Me too, me too,” they commiserated. Everyone was tired. We’d witnessed more sunrises in the last semester than we had in our entire lives, a combination of logging long hours at the library to finish our senior theses followed by boozy parties that raged until dawn. I lived at the heart of the Princeton campus, on the top floor of a Gothic-­style dorm, crested with turrets and grimacing gargoyles. At the end of yet another late night, my friends would congregate in my room for one last nightcap. My room had big cathedral windows and we liked to sit on the sills with our legs dangling over the edge, watching as drunken revelers stumbled home and the first amber rays streaked the stone-­paved courtyard. Graduation was on the horizon, and we were determined to savor these final weeks together before we all scattered, even if that meant pushing our bodies to their limits.And yet, I worried my fatigue was different.Alone in my bed, after everyone had gone, I sensed a feasting taking place under my skin, something wending its way through my arteries, gnawing at my sanity. As my energy evaporated and the itch intensified, I told myself it was because the parasite’s appetite was growing. But deep down, I doubted there ever was a parasite. I began to wonder if the real problem was me.In the months that followed, I felt at sea, close to sinking, grasping at anything that might buoy me. For a while I managed. I graduated, then joined my classmates in the mass exodus to New York City. I found an ad on Craigslist for a spare bedroom in a large, floor-­through loft located above an art supply store on Canal Street. It was the summer of 2010 and a heat wave had sucked the oxygen out of the city. As I emerged from the subway, the stench of festering garbage smacked me in the face. Commuters and hordes of tourists shopping for knockoff designer bags jostled each other on the sidewalks. The apartment was a third-­floor walk-­up and by the time I lugged my suitcase to the front door, sweat had turned my white tank top see-­through. I introduced myself to my new roommates; there were nine of them. They were all in their twenties and aspiring something-­or-­others: three actors, two models, a chef, a jewelry designer, a graduate student, and a financial analyst. Eight hundred dollars a month bought each of us our own windowless cave partitioned by paper-­thin drywall that a slumlord had erected to get the most bang for his buck.I had scored a summer internship at the Center for Constitutional Rights, and when I showed up on my first day, I felt awed to be in the same room as some of the most fearless civil liberties lawyers in the country. The work felt important, but the internship was unpaid and living in New York City was like walking around with a giant hole in my wallet. I quickly blew through the two thousand dollars I’d saved up over the school year. Even with the babysitting and restaurant jobs I worked in the evenings, I was barely scraping by.Imagining my future—­expansive yet empty—­filled me with terror. In moments when I allowed myself to daydream, it thrilled me, too. The possibilities of who I might become and where I might land felt infinite, a spool of ribbon unfurling far beyond what my mind’s eye could see. I envisioned a career as a foreign correspondent in North Africa, where my dad is from and where I’d lived for a stint as a kid. I also toyed with the idea of law school, which seemed like a more prudent route. Frankly, I needed money. I had only been able to attend an Ivy League college because I’d received a full scholarship. But out here, in the real world, I didn’t have the same kind of safety nets—trust funds, family connections, six-­figure jobs on Wall Street—­as many of my classmates.It was easier to fret about the uncertainty ahead than to confront another, even more unsettling shift. During my last semester, to combat the fatigue, I had chugged caffeinated energy drinks. When those stopped working, a boy I’d briefly dated gave me some of his Adderall to survive finals. But soon that wasn’t enough either. Cocaine was a party staple in my circle of friends, and there were always guys hanging around who offered a line here and there for free. Nobody batted an eye when I started partaking. My roommates in the Canal Street loft had turned out to be hard-­partying types, too. I began to take uppers the way some people add an extra shot of espresso to their coffee—­a means to an end, a way to stave off my deepening exhaustion. In my journal, I wrote: Stay afloat.By the last days of summer, I struggled to recognize myself. The muffled sound of my alarm clock dragged like a dull knife through dreamless sleep. Each morning, I’d stumble out of bed and stand in front of the floor-­length mirror, taking inventory of the damage. Scratches and streaks of drying blood covered my legs in new places. My hair hung to my waist in dull, chaotic waves that I was too tired to brush. Shadowy crescents deepened into dark moons under big bloodshot eyes. Too burned-­out to face sunlight, I started showing up later and later to my internship; then, one day, I stopped showing up altogether.I disliked the person I was becoming—­a person who tumbled headfirst into each day, in constant motion but without any sense of direction; a person who reconstructed blackouts, night after night, like some private investigator; a person who constantly reneged on commitments; a person who was too embarrassed to pick up her parents’ phone calls. This isn’t me, I thought, staring at my reflection with disgust. I needed to clean up my act. I needed to find a real job, one that paid. I needed some distance from my college crew and my Canal Street roommates. I needed to get the hell out of New York City, and soon.On an August morning, a few days after I quit the internship, I rose early and took my laptop out to the fire escape and started searching for jobs. It had been a rainless summer, and the sun blazed, baking my skin to a tan, leaving little white dots like braille all over my legs where the scratching had scarred. A position for a paralegal at an American law firm in Paris caught my eye, and on a whim I decided to apply. I spent all day working on my cover letter. I made sure to mention that French was my first language and that I spoke some Arabic, too, hoping for a competitive edge. Being a paralegal wasn’t my ideal job—­I didn’t even really know what it entailed—­but it seemed like the kind of thing a sensible person might do. Mostly, I thought that a change of scenery could save me from my increasingly reckless behavior. Moving to Paris wasn’t a bucket list item: it was my escape plan. Read more <div id="

  • I checked out “Between Two Kingdoms” from my local library, anxious to read the story of another young adult survivor’s journey. I am an avid reader of this particular genre due to my own survivor status from a different, less rigorous cancer, now approaching thirteen years. My own search for meaning is ongoing, and I read books like this hoping for a nugget or two of new insight.It’s all here: the symptoms that creep into regular life that we dismiss as being a side effect of not enough sleep, too much alcohol or working too hard, the relentlessness of the disease, side effects from treatment, months in the hospital. The most valuable aspect of Suleika’s story for the young adult cancer canon is no doubt the story of the caregiving she receives from her boyfriend, Will. Everyone in this story is in a bad spot. Suleika has to live as the person with the disease, the treatment, the side effects of that treatment, and death hanging over her head. Will has to live with the person experiencing all of that, as well as the disease, the treatment, and the side effects. She paints a seering, honest portrait of a relationship that eventually collapses in on itself. Everyone and no one is at fault, and that perception is no doubt a credit to her writing skills.Suleika eventually embarks on the Great American Road Trip to meet people who wrote to her after seeing her column in the New York Times. Of course, she encounters plenty of strangers, makes new friends, and visits old ones along the way. This is where the book lost me. The Great American Find Yourself Road Trip has been done so many times and I didn’t find this one to be especially compelling or noteworthy. There’s dangerous men. She gets pulled over, and even has own Strayed-esque moment when she doesn’t know how to set up her tent.While reading this, I thought of Kairol Rosenthal’s book about young adult cancer survivors, “Everything Changes,” where she travels to specific locales to interview other young adult survivors. Herself a survivor, Rosenthal finds meaning and insight in her project but it is ultimately not about her.This book also reeks of privilege. The road trip is coated with the influencer-era gloss of fantasy and escapism. This is Cancer Survivor Fantasyland, essentially. Not because it is a glamorous, five-star trip, but because few of us can afford to walk out on our lives for100 days without major repercussions. I was traumatized and in physical pain the day I returned to work, and not at all ready to be there. But I had bills to pay and health insurance to keep. I had no choice. Suleika does not appear to need money. She is exceptionally well-insured and receives treatment at Memorial Sloan-Kettering and Mt. Sinai in NYC. There’s an apartment in NYC waiting for her to move into when she leaves the hospital.I am reminded that the stories that are deemed worthy enough to tell are often those of the well-off and well-connected.None of this makes her story less valid, of course. This is a worthy addition to the young adult cancer canon. It is only in the last 10-15 years that our stories have surfaced in popular media. The more that is out there, the better it is for those of us who have survived and those who will follow.
  • Suleika’s story grabbed me from the beginning and I was held until her final paragraph. Her story of living in the illness kingdom and then how she navigates her way back to the kingdom of wellness is compelling. I felt compelled to go on this journey with her, to tour these landscapes along side her, and to find out where she lands. The Story, what happens to her, is interesting. , but what happens within her is the real tale.
  • whiny narcissistic pathography. well written but totally inward focused ignoring depth of other characters and physicians almost entirely. A great example of America’s obsession with “ME”.
  • Maybe it’s a topic too close to home or maybe I have too many broken pieces left. But I honestly found myself angry with the author multiple times with how she treated those around her. Like she was the only one suffering. My feelings then moved to what I think could best be described as jealousy. Most of us had to figure out how to pay our mortgage, and pay our hospital bills, and continue to do our best to care for those around us while we battled. I honestly cannot even fathom the relief to have had a full time loving devoted caretaker, a family apartment, paid for health insurance. I’m still paying hospital bills and pulling my family out of debt caused from 4 yrs of illness.She nails the part about how moving out from survivor mode into living again is a huge challenge. she’s a beautiful writer. I simply couldn’t relate to her.
  • I felt like I had a fairly good idea what to expect, and this book is so much more.I participate in Suleika’s Isolation Journals project, so I was familiar with both her story and with her writing (via the regular journaling prompts she provides). Over the past year I have participated in a dozen teleconferences that Suleika facilitated. She is always warm, thoughtful and graceful. She has shared bits and pieces of the revision process and her excitement over the upcoming publication, but I never felt coerced or intimidated into buying the book. I bought it as a show of support, not really knowing when I would get around to reading it.Ironically, the book arrived when I was quite ill. I didn’t have the energy to do much besides read, and I polished it off in a couple of days.I think it’s usually a compliment to the author if you can say that you wish the book were longer. I found the entire thing absolutely riveting, but I do wish Suleika had shared more of her encounters on her cross country road trip. The book is every bit as much about her re-entry into “normal” life, as it is a raw and harrowing description of her cancer battle.It is also noteworthy that Suleika was lucky enough to have the best care, being treated at Sloan Kettering. Money never seems to be an issue. Also she is well enough to travel. Her disease, though devastating and with quite a few setbacks, follows a trajectory of getting better.Suleika’s depiction of her relationship with her boy friend Will, her primary caregiver throughout most of her treatment, is honest and forthright. Obviously there are a lot of stresses, particularly since the relationship was relatively new at the time of her diagnosis. Suleika freely admits that Will was selfless and giving in many ways (not perfect), and she was not always rational or sensitive in the way she treated him. Spoiler alert: the relationship doesn’t survive. I do wish Suleika had provided an update on how she thinks of that relationship now. It would be lovely to hear that she and Will have found a way to be friends.This is a great piece of writing, one of the most compelling memoirs ever. I can’t wait to find out what Suleika does next.
  • Not really a great read for me still reeling from my 4 year old surviving a year long battle with cancer. I felt that the vivid descriptions of what the author went through were just too much as the recalled what I had to watch while holding down my 4 year old. I could not bring myself to finish it. I preferred by far watching her Ted Talk video which seemed more hopeful and less graphic.
  • I feel conflicted leaving a negative review given the topic of the book, but it reads a lot like a humble brag of her life – spoke multiple languages, had a professor father, went to an ivy league school on full scholarship, moved to Paris, met the man of her dreams who dropped everything for her… I thought I would be able to relate to it more. Sometimes the name dropping and humble brags are just too obvious it’s cringe worthy. I know this is an unpopular opinion and my heart goes out to the author for everything she has been through, but I just didn’t enjoy reading it. As a cancer survivor I had higher expectations, and thought I would relate to it more.
  • Heartfelt, well written, well observed, moving piece of literature. Had me in tears! I can personally relate to this journey (my partner had a bone marrow transplant) and I think it has helped me deal with some challenges.
  • Beautifully written and lessons for everyone not just those who are or have been unwell and their carers. Thank you.
  • Have been following Suleika’s journey since my own stem cell journey. She is an amazing young woman. This is an inspirational read from a truly remarkable human being.
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