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juliettesmith 's review for:
The Futures
by Anna Pitoniak
If I could give this book 6 stars I would. It’s like Anna Pitoniak wrote this book solely for me. From the start I was staying up past my bedtime to read one more chapter and waking up early to keep reading, it was just that good. Instead of trying to hash out everything I loved about it, I’m going to include some of my favorite quotes (mostly for me to remember):
“I was melancholy because, despite my fixation on Evan, I’d forgotten his birthday until that moment. Time was passing. I was forgetting things, the specific things. Evan was becoming an abstract longing” (235).
“I had always been the girl that had done everything right, who had followed the rules and checked every box. The problem emerged from my failure to continue that trajectory. I had grown too unsure of everything. I hesitated, I wavered. I needed someone to tell me what to do next” (248).
“What Maria had given me was simply a reminder that the loneliness didn’t have to last forever. I didn’t have to know what came next in order to have hope” (277).
“I was so focused on the idea of what came next. On the idea of packing up the last of my boxes and putting them in the U-Haul with Julia’s and arriving later that week at our apartment in New York, beginning the next chapter of our life together. That’s all that mattered, the continuation of the present into the future, the un-interruption of that dream” (286).
“But maybe there would always be people like me. Those for whom figuring it out came at a steep cost. I could feel it happening slowly, in the smallest of steps. The future getting brighter. Where I was that day was in fact better than where I had been a year earlier. But the painful part was admitting what had happened to get there. The implosion of two lives so that I might one day rebuild mine” (304).
Just an absolutely perfect book that felt like it was written about me, for me. It perfectly summarized the drifting of an early 20’s relationship at the beginning of real adulthood.
I already want to read it again.
“I was melancholy because, despite my fixation on Evan, I’d forgotten his birthday until that moment. Time was passing. I was forgetting things, the specific things. Evan was becoming an abstract longing” (235).
“I had always been the girl that had done everything right, who had followed the rules and checked every box. The problem emerged from my failure to continue that trajectory. I had grown too unsure of everything. I hesitated, I wavered. I needed someone to tell me what to do next” (248).
“What Maria had given me was simply a reminder that the loneliness didn’t have to last forever. I didn’t have to know what came next in order to have hope” (277).
“I was so focused on the idea of what came next. On the idea of packing up the last of my boxes and putting them in the U-Haul with Julia’s and arriving later that week at our apartment in New York, beginning the next chapter of our life together. That’s all that mattered, the continuation of the present into the future, the un-interruption of that dream” (286).
“But maybe there would always be people like me. Those for whom figuring it out came at a steep cost. I could feel it happening slowly, in the smallest of steps. The future getting brighter. Where I was that day was in fact better than where I had been a year earlier. But the painful part was admitting what had happened to get there. The implosion of two lives so that I might one day rebuild mine” (304).
Just an absolutely perfect book that felt like it was written about me, for me. It perfectly summarized the drifting of an early 20’s relationship at the beginning of real adulthood.
I already want to read it again.