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dolby1117's review against another edition
emotional
hopeful
reflective
sad
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.0
kdelreads's review against another edition
3.0
This book started out really strong for me but then kind of fizzled out. It was confusing at times and not always fleshed our very well. Had to finish because you know I can’t quit books!
shadownlite's review against another edition
3.0
This was a DNF for me. The writing was great, I just must not be in the right mindset for the story to connect with me right now.
kwoolsey's review against another edition
3.0
Kind of epic, but the ending is not a satisfying conclusion to the big build up.
katewiilliiams's review against another edition
4.0
4.8 stars. This wasn’t a perfect book but it was beautifully written and gorgeous.
ehansen25's review against another edition
1.0
I basically gave up 2/3 through. It was super slow for me. I never could get attached to the characters. There was nothing to grab me at all.
sirishabendapudi's review against another edition
emotional
reflective
sad
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
3.75
ms_tiahmarie's review against another edition
Book Bite review on behalf of the Sunday Times: http://bit.ly/2XyG0vb
~In these difficult times, stories are important. In a sense, stories are all we have to tell us about the future.~
~Better was largely irrelevant when it came to mothering because the entire enterprise relied on the presumption that one day, sooner than you thought, your child would become an entirely self-reliant, independent person who made her own decisions. That child wouldn't necessarily remember the Halloween costumes you made from hand six years running. Or maybe she did, but she resented you for it because she'd wanted store-bought costumes just like all her friends. It didn't matter how great a mother you tried to be; eventually every child walked off into the world alone.~
~I recognized in [him] the kind of man about whom I wrote most viciously on the blog, the kind who carried himself with an entitlement that masqueraded as confidence. [He] believed that he deserved whatever he wanted.~
~The greatest works of poetry, what make each of us a poet, are the stories we tell about ourselves.~
~I was wrong to tell you that this is a story about the failures of love. No, it is about real love, true love. Imperfect, wretched, weak love. No fairy tales, no poetry. It is about the negotiations we undertake with ourselves in the name of love. Every day we struggle to decide what to give away and what to keep, but every day we make that calculation and we live with the results. This then is the true lesson: there is nothing romantic about love.Only the most naïve believe it will save them. Only the hardiest of us will survive it.~
~In these difficult times, stories are important. In a sense, stories are all we have to tell us about the future.~
~Better was largely irrelevant when it came to mothering because the entire enterprise relied on the presumption that one day, sooner than you thought, your child would become an entirely self-reliant, independent person who made her own decisions. That child wouldn't necessarily remember the Halloween costumes you made from hand six years running. Or maybe she did, but she resented you for it because she'd wanted store-bought costumes just like all her friends. It didn't matter how great a mother you tried to be; eventually every child walked off into the world alone.~
~I recognized in [him] the kind of man about whom I wrote most viciously on the blog, the kind who carried himself with an entitlement that masqueraded as confidence. [He] believed that he deserved whatever he wanted.~
~The greatest works of poetry, what make each of us a poet, are the stories we tell about ourselves.~
~I was wrong to tell you that this is a story about the failures of love. No, it is about real love, true love. Imperfect, wretched, weak love. No fairy tales, no poetry. It is about the negotiations we undertake with ourselves in the name of love. Every day we struggle to decide what to give away and what to keep, but every day we make that calculation and we live with the results. This then is the true lesson: there is nothing romantic about love.Only the most naïve believe it will save them. Only the hardiest of us will survive it.~