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A review by balkeyeston
Lucas by Kevin Brooks
4.0
What I love the most about this book (other than the fact that it's set in England) is that in practically every chapter, there are a couple of short paragraphs that contain deep, insightful thoughts about society. You don't know where or when it's going to be said, which makes it refreshing and brilliant. And these thoughts are thoughts that I myself have thought about people I interact with or pass by almost every day, only much clearer and perfectly understandable. There is one passage towards the end that got to me:
"...getting over [the pain of grief] doesn't mean forgetting it, it doesn't mean betraying your feelings, it just means reducing the pain to a tolerable level, a level that doesn't destroy you. I know that right now the idea of getting over it is unimaginable. It's impossible. Inconceivable. Unthinkable. You don't want to get over it. Why should you? It's all you've got. You don't want kind words, you don't care what other people think or say, you don't want to know how they felt when they lost someone. They're not you, are they? They can't feel what you feel. The only thing you want is the thing you can't have. It's gone. Never coming back. No one knows how that feels. No one knows what it's like to reach out and touch someone who isn't there and will never be there again. No one knows that unfillable emptiness. No one but you...We don't want anything. We want to die. But life won't let us."
This reminded me of how I felt when my favourite actress, Elisabeth Sladen, passed away. I couldn't understand why no one else I knew didn't care as much as I did. She meant the world to me, even though she appeared to be a thousand coloured pixels on a television screen. I think it was at this point in the book where I felt a true connection with the main character.
"...getting over [the pain of grief] doesn't mean forgetting it, it doesn't mean betraying your feelings, it just means reducing the pain to a tolerable level, a level that doesn't destroy you. I know that right now the idea of getting over it is unimaginable. It's impossible. Inconceivable. Unthinkable. You don't want to get over it. Why should you? It's all you've got. You don't want kind words, you don't care what other people think or say, you don't want to know how they felt when they lost someone. They're not you, are they? They can't feel what you feel. The only thing you want is the thing you can't have. It's gone. Never coming back. No one knows how that feels. No one knows what it's like to reach out and touch someone who isn't there and will never be there again. No one knows that unfillable emptiness. No one but you...We don't want anything. We want to die. But life won't let us."
This reminded me of how I felt when my favourite actress, Elisabeth Sladen, passed away. I couldn't understand why no one else I knew didn't care as much as I did. She meant the world to me, even though she appeared to be a thousand coloured pixels on a television screen. I think it was at this point in the book where I felt a true connection with the main character.