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A review by twistingsnake
Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin
adventurous
challenging
dark
emotional
funny
hopeful
informative
inspiring
lighthearted
mysterious
reflective
relaxing
sad
tense
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
5.0
I lost what I used to consider the most important friendship of my life two years ago. It was an ugly blend of many things, getting older, romanticizing the past, mistaking love for sex and sex for love, and of course - resentment. Old wounds that neither of us cared about until it was too late. It ended with a text, and we never spoke again.
Friendship is immensely painful. It is also the most real thing I have ever felt and as much as I hate that friend - as much as I wish them nothing but the misery they caused me I don’t regret our closeness. The before. I would never take it back even if I knew how messy and terrible the ending would be. I don’t read many books that I connect with emotionally - I’m easily moved, I love to cry but my life has been an uncommon one and few stories overlay it. I cried many times during this book but worse - I understood it.
In friendship breakups you don’t spend much of your time thinking about how you too, were a problem. Sadie’s arrogance, her limited scope, her all encompassing desire to think she knows more than she does hit me a little too hard. That friendship break up felt like a bomb that went off under me and only I lost anything. In my mind, my friend was just a smiling passerby who got a little dirty but no worse for wear.
When a friendship is deep - when it’s down to the soul well, there is no such thing as a single causality when it implodes. I don’t know if that friend really knew me - if they even know why I left. I suppose that’s not something I could ever know without talking to them again. I don’t think they’d ever make a video game world for me to process my grief in but then - I suppose Sadie didn’t either.
That is to say. This book meant an awful lot to me. It took me four months to read it in part because I never wanted it to end. It felt like my friend - and I understood what they had because I too, used to have it. Watching it fall apart in horrible, human ways was so painful.
I hated them both, and then I loved them again and in it I hated and loved myself and my friend a little more.
I don’t know if I’ll ever see that friend again but this book helped me grieve them in a way very little else has. I will probably never read this again but it will sit with me as one of the most tremendous things I’ve ever read. It’s a beautiful book, something special and human. I think there should be more books about love. I really do.
Friendship is immensely painful. It is also the most real thing I have ever felt and as much as I hate that friend - as much as I wish them nothing but the misery they caused me I don’t regret our closeness. The before. I would never take it back even if I knew how messy and terrible the ending would be. I don’t read many books that I connect with emotionally - I’m easily moved, I love to cry but my life has been an uncommon one and few stories overlay it. I cried many times during this book but worse - I understood it.
In friendship breakups you don’t spend much of your time thinking about how you too, were a problem. Sadie’s arrogance, her limited scope, her all encompassing desire to think she knows more than she does hit me a little too hard. That friendship break up felt like a bomb that went off under me and only I lost anything. In my mind, my friend was just a smiling passerby who got a little dirty but no worse for wear.
When a friendship is deep - when it’s down to the soul well, there is no such thing as a single causality when it implodes. I don’t know if that friend really knew me - if they even know why I left. I suppose that’s not something I could ever know without talking to them again. I don’t think they’d ever make a video game world for me to process my grief in but then - I suppose Sadie didn’t either.
That is to say. This book meant an awful lot to me. It took me four months to read it in part because I never wanted it to end. It felt like my friend - and I understood what they had because I too, used to have it. Watching it fall apart in horrible, human ways was so painful.
I hated them both, and then I loved them again and in it I hated and loved myself and my friend a little more.
I don’t know if I’ll ever see that friend again but this book helped me grieve them in a way very little else has. I will probably never read this again but it will sit with me as one of the most tremendous things I’ve ever read. It’s a beautiful book, something special and human. I think there should be more books about love. I really do.