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3.8 AVERAGE
3.8 AVERAGE
dark
mysterious
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
Content Warnings
Graphic: Grief
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
scattered and full of tender love, just as grief itself
some excerpts that particularly spoke to me, reminded me of Mason:
“We will never fight again, our lovely, quick, template-ready arguments. Our delicate cross-stitch of bickers.
The house becomes a physical encyclopedia of no-longer hers, which shocks and shocks and is the principal difference between our house and a house where illness has worked away. […] She was not busy dying, and there is no detritus of care, she was simply busy living, and then she was gone.
[…]
I will stop finding her hairs.
I will stop hearing her breathing.” (p. 20)
“I missed her so much that I wanted to build a hundred-foot memorial to her with my bare hands. I wanted to see her sitting in a vast stone chair in Hyde Park, enjoying her view. Everybody passing could comprehend how much I miss her. How physical my missing is. I miss her so much it is a vast golden prince, a concert hall, a thousand trees, a lake, nine thousand buses, a million cars, twenty million birds and more. The whole city is my missing her.” (p. 50)
some excerpts that particularly spoke to me, reminded me of Mason:
“We will never fight again, our lovely, quick, template-ready arguments. Our delicate cross-stitch of bickers.
The house becomes a physical encyclopedia of no-longer hers, which shocks and shocks and is the principal difference between our house and a house where illness has worked away. […] She was not busy dying, and there is no detritus of care, she was simply busy living, and then she was gone.
[…]
I will stop finding her hairs.
I will stop hearing her breathing.” (p. 20)
“I missed her so much that I wanted to build a hundred-foot memorial to her with my bare hands. I wanted to see her sitting in a vast stone chair in Hyde Park, enjoying her view. Everybody passing could comprehend how much I miss her. How physical my missing is. I miss her so much it is a vast golden prince, a concert hall, a thousand trees, a lake, nine thousand buses, a million cars, twenty million birds and more. The whole city is my missing her.” (p. 50)
Look, there’s things you just have to do when Cillian Murphy is your only hobby.
3.5/4 - off kilter and immensely lovely
sometimes difficult to understand but i suppose that’s just the way of grief
i think this is a book that needs to find me again when i’m ready for it
sometimes difficult to understand but i suppose that’s just the way of grief
i think this is a book that needs to find me again when i’m ready for it
dark
reflective
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
challenging
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
challenging
dark
emotional
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Not until the last two pages was this anything but a curiosity of form. And then it slayed me.