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A review by amandagstevens
The Memory of Love by Linda Olsson
Did not finish book. Stopped at 10%.
Summary and introspection compose 100% of the first twenty pages of this book. Intolerable first-person narrator, spelling things out and philosophizing with repetitive obvious statements that sometimes feel like parody (but clearly are not). Lest you think I exaggerate, see examples below:
p. 8 - For some time I had been filled with a growing sense of urgency. It hadn't happened suddenly, more like a slow progression of steps so minute I had not taken notice. But one day I became aware of a feeling of restlessness. As if there were something I urgently needed to address. I felt a strong need to put aspects of my life in some sort of order. It didn't concern anybody else, but even though it was something I needed to do just for me, it did feel acutely important. Why, I couldn't quite understand. My life had been the same for years, and I didn't expect any dramatic changes. Nothing had happened to prompt this shift. This sense of urgency.
p. 19 - I think we are constantly surrounded by extraordinary possibilities. Whether we are aware of them or not, whether we choose to act on them or not, they are there. What is offered to us that we choose not to act upon falls by the wayside, and the road that is our life is littered with rejected, ignored and unnoticed opportunities, good and bad. Chance meeting and coincidences become extraordinary only when acted upon. Those that we allow to pass us by are gone forever. We never know where they might have taken us. I think they were never meant to happen. The potential was there, but only for the briefest moment, before we consciously or unconsciously chose to ignore it.
p. 8 - For some time I had been filled with a growing sense of urgency. It hadn't happened suddenly, more like a slow progression of steps so minute I had not taken notice. But one day I became aware of a feeling of restlessness. As if there were something I urgently needed to address. I felt a strong need to put aspects of my life in some sort of order. It didn't concern anybody else, but even though it was something I needed to do just for me, it did feel acutely important. Why, I couldn't quite understand. My life had been the same for years, and I didn't expect any dramatic changes. Nothing had happened to prompt this shift. This sense of urgency.
p. 19 - I think we are constantly surrounded by extraordinary possibilities. Whether we are aware of them or not, whether we choose to act on them or not, they are there. What is offered to us that we choose not to act upon falls by the wayside, and the road that is our life is littered with rejected, ignored and unnoticed opportunities, good and bad. Chance meeting and coincidences become extraordinary only when acted upon. Those that we allow to pass us by are gone forever. We never know where they might have taken us. I think they were never meant to happen. The potential was there, but only for the briefest moment, before we consciously or unconsciously chose to ignore it.