I’ve been dreading finishing this story because I’ve never been so in love before. Okay, Gone Girl really does hold a special place in my heart but that is no this. No, You is special. It’s a league of its own and hypnotizing like I thought it would be (mostly because Stephen King called it that and well, it’s also on the front of the book).
This is a talk of suicide, not attempts of my own but a talk of my journey. A story about the friend who left me too soon. We weren’t in love but we loved, and we accepted that love and accepted to let go on proper terms. We were friends, we were our own kind of special and I love it.
This is a conversation that is honest, raw, and emotional. The word alone cound trigger you or the thought could. I don’t know what you can tolerate, or accept, but please open your heart and eyes at your own tolerance.
There is progress being made in my goal this year and I am very, very proud. Granted, I am very envious of everyone who manages to smash in seven books in a single month but I’m just not that good. It’s okay though. I know who I am in the world and though I am an avid reader, I am not a fast reader. For anyone who follows my updates on Goodreads, I’d be lucky to finish a book in less than four weeks. Which, this time I did. The Border of Paradise was a delight, an experience, and a roller coaster of good, bad, depressing, and even sensual emotions from start to finish.
Living the life of a woman who has never finished much of what she started, I felt a little let down by myself when I dove into Dark Places when I was smack dab in the middle of Hollow City. Blame Serial. The podcast consumed me and catapulted me into the need for true crime fixings and here I was, invested in this book only after 20 minutes of reading it. I’ll get back to Hollow City, I swear, but first, let me tell you how worth the distraction Dark Places is.
Rainbow Rowell has a very special place in my heart since the summer before having my daughter. I read Eleanor & Park and smiled like a dork the whole way through and cried at the very end like the emotional baby cooker I was. Then came Fangirl and it made me cry even more because being a twenty-something fangirl amongst a gaggle of friends who’re shedding their “teenage” identity for a boring old person with 401k and bullshit and like, mortgage or something, is just hard. But with all that said, I read the YA books with no shame and a love for her as a writer and a person. Have you seen her twitter? All pure gold!
But YA has a bad rep, always has. Most people think it’s solely for children and young adults finding their way in the world while others who are well into their 40s are diving into books like The Hunger Games, Divergent, everything John Green does that’s becoming a movie, and even Twilight (you remember that wave, we all do). And to step out of that light, Rainbow Rowell stepped out of her usual and Landline happened. It happened and … it didn’t happen well, that’s for sure.