Someday, Maybe: A Good Morning America Book Club Pick

Book Review: Someday, Maybe by Onyi Nwabineli This book stayed with me long after the final page. Someday, Maybe didn’t offer answers, but instead gave me a strange, grounding peace around one of the hardest questions we face: the “why” of death. There’s something both haunting and comforting in the way Nwabineli allows silence to speak—how the quiet of grief can feel deafening, how the absence of someone loved so deeply can reverberate louder than their presence ever did. As someone who works closely with death in a professional sense, I often approach it with a kind of clinical distance. But this novel reminded me of the intimate chaos it leaves in its wake. Grief might seem like it touches just one person, one family, but it always spills over. It echoes. And the ways we respond—whether we collapse, resist, numb out, or open up—are deeply personal and never linear. I had a hard time putting this book down. Despite its heavy themes, I was utterly wrapped up in Eve’s world. So much so that one night, I actually dreamed I was her. That says everything. Eve is written so vividly, so vulnerably, that I felt both protective of her and frustrated with her. I wanted to wrap her in a hug and, at times, shake her into clarity. But that’s the beauty of her character—she’s not performing grief for anyone. She’s naming it. Her rage. Her confusion. Her need. The aching, absurd moments of trying to live without someone who once anchored her world. What resonated most was that Eve doesn’t race to “get better.” There’s no neatly tied-up healing arc. Instead, she slowly, almost unwillingly, makes a kind of reluctant peace with death—not as a resolution, but as a reality. Along the way, she starts to open—new relationships take root, old ones shift, and she begins to meet herself in ways she hadn’t before. There’s a quiet transformation in her. She doesn’t go back to who she was, and she doesn’t want to. Instead, she leans into the uncertain terrain of what might come—the “maybes.” Eve, in her grief, reminded me that becoming undone can sometimes be the beginning of becoming.

This is a true definition of grief ! I’m so happy she had her family as her back bone through it all she had going on . I cried on a few parts 🥹

The emotion that you gain from this book is raw and powerful. It really makes you see the inside of what someone feels when their loved one commits suicide.

Life post-spousal suicide. This was a heavy read but the author skillfully composed every word so precisely and intentionally together to assemble the music in this true masterpiece. Loss sucks, and this story captured the ensuing feelings perfectly. With this being said, I didn't find this to be an engaging read, partly because I was unfortunately unable to connect with the protagonist. But just because it wasn't for me doesn't take away it's beauty!