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A review by heresmika
The Other Side of Infinity by Joan F. Smith
adventurous
emotional
funny
hopeful
inspiring
lighthearted
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
4.0
the book has a unique premise, and it didn’t disappoint. the only reason that it’s not 5 stars is that i wasn’t in the mood to read, so i kinda forced myself to get out of a reading slump using this book. i’m sure that if i reread it the rating will immediately bump up.
i absolutely love the writing style. it tells the story but also adds a twist that makes me question my entire life. i like the way it approaches our ideas about life and what’s it all about. it’s such a simple setting but the writing makes it feel a lot deeper.
i love the idea of how one small thing can change your entire life. every action that you take causes you to meet different people and can completely change your life to the better. the cover of the book and the book itself made be feel so good!
<i> It was almost impossible to imagine. I was the silent audience to millions of people buying flowers and writing letters and logging on to online dating sites with the sheer hope of promise. I knew the hours my uncle had put into this thing, using the old computer that now sat powered off and boxed away in the crawl space below our condo. Not me. Never me. Now me. Me? </i>
the way the author portrays emotions is so great. a feeling so big it can’t contained inside of her, she couldnt control her grin and her thoughts - it’s like the idea of love blooms so much it reeked out of her body into the world. something about the beginning of the book is so sweet.
<i> my brain rushing to reassure me that this future was big and magic and possible. </i>
<i> Our story would be made of coconut and peony blossoms, summer kisses and autumn hand-holding, the deepest of conversations, and, eventually, the truth about my brain and how it worked. </i>
<i> He was better than a place. He was home. </i>
<i> I needed to keep him around because I’m selfish, and I wanted all that. It’s not because I was desperate for a boy to love me—it’s because I was desperate to feel instead of witness. </i>
<i> It turned out that the start of something new was more recognizable than I would have thought. It felt a lot like sunshine streaming across my shoulders, lifting my mood high above the high school gymnasium. It felt like a promise. </i>
<i> New girlfriend. Senior year. New swim team. Maybe I wasn’t always the person I wanted to be, but I was starting to like the person I’d become. </i>
i like the way the describe emotions:
<i> The word FRAUD banged into my head, inflating until it took up all the space in my skull. The letters bubbled, twisted and ugly, like an early morning alarm before a funeral </i>
<i> I’d be the first to admit that in comparison to a lot of people in the world, I knew I was doing okay—I was fed, clothed, loved. My parents had drilled that into me since childhood. But sometimes, it seemed as though I couldn’t do anything right. Couldn’t school right, couldn’t lifeguard right. Didn’t make swim captain, didn’t make the farm team the first two times I’d applied, thanks to my shitty backstroke start. </i>
<i> Most readers with dyslexia—myself included—outgrow reversals, where they confuse letters like d and b because they look like sticks with a bubble on the end. Right now, d and b were two of the five letters making up the word that sucked through my veins like mud for as long as I’d been me. Doubt. </i>
<i> now I was suffering the consequences of altering the future of human history </i>
the ending😭😭
my notes as i was reading it lol: what the fuck. i knew something will happen but i didn’t actually expect that. i thought they would be able to evade that :( the entire book i prepared myself for one thing, but i didn’t think it will switch up like that.
<i> No matter what I did,
I
would
die
when I was seventeen. </i>
damn she knew it all along
i absolutely love the writing style. it tells the story but also adds a twist that makes me question my entire life. i like the way it approaches our ideas about life and what’s it all about. it’s such a simple setting but the writing makes it feel a lot deeper.
i love the idea of how one small thing can change your entire life. every action that you take causes you to meet different people and can completely change your life to the better. the cover of the book and the book itself made be feel so good!
<i> It was almost impossible to imagine. I was the silent audience to millions of people buying flowers and writing letters and logging on to online dating sites with the sheer hope of promise. I knew the hours my uncle had put into this thing, using the old computer that now sat powered off and boxed away in the crawl space below our condo. Not me. Never me. Now me. Me? </i>
the way the author portrays emotions is so great. a feeling so big it can’t contained inside of her, she couldnt control her grin and her thoughts - it’s like the idea of love blooms so much it reeked out of her body into the world. something about the beginning of the book is so sweet.
<i> my brain rushing to reassure me that this future was big and magic and possible. </i>
<i> Our story would be made of coconut and peony blossoms, summer kisses and autumn hand-holding, the deepest of conversations, and, eventually, the truth about my brain and how it worked. </i>
<i> He was better than a place. He was home. </i>
<i> I needed to keep him around because I’m selfish, and I wanted all that. It’s not because I was desperate for a boy to love me—it’s because I was desperate to feel instead of witness. </i>
<i> It turned out that the start of something new was more recognizable than I would have thought. It felt a lot like sunshine streaming across my shoulders, lifting my mood high above the high school gymnasium. It felt like a promise. </i>
<i> New girlfriend. Senior year. New swim team. Maybe I wasn’t always the person I wanted to be, but I was starting to like the person I’d become. </i>
i like the way the describe emotions:
<i> The word FRAUD banged into my head, inflating until it took up all the space in my skull. The letters bubbled, twisted and ugly, like an early morning alarm before a funeral </i>
<i> I’d be the first to admit that in comparison to a lot of people in the world, I knew I was doing okay—I was fed, clothed, loved. My parents had drilled that into me since childhood. But sometimes, it seemed as though I couldn’t do anything right. Couldn’t school right, couldn’t lifeguard right. Didn’t make swim captain, didn’t make the farm team the first two times I’d applied, thanks to my shitty backstroke start. </i>
<i> Most readers with dyslexia—myself included—outgrow reversals, where they confuse letters like d and b because they look like sticks with a bubble on the end. Right now, d and b were two of the five letters making up the word that sucked through my veins like mud for as long as I’d been me. Doubt. </i>
<i> now I was suffering the consequences of altering the future of human history </i>
the ending😭😭
my notes as i was reading it lol: what the fuck. i knew something will happen but i didn’t actually expect that. i thought they would be able to evade that :( the entire book i prepared myself for one thing, but i didn’t think it will switch up like that.
<i> No matter what I did,
I
would
die
when I was seventeen. </i>
damn she knew it all along