by Gabrielle Zevin.
After the great first few sentences, I honestly expected more from this book. I liked how it was split into three parts (I was, I am, I will). But there is not much in there besides this. The ‘why’ behind many parts of the story is unclear, in fact ‘luck’ has more to do with it than I would have liked. The novel is an artificial and didactic (which I hate) story about putting ones past behind and becoming a better person. It also contains a bunch of references to movies and music, which perhaps I’d look up if I liked the story more.
- [...] listen for the pauses when you want to know if someone’s hiding something.
- I was worried that you had gotten a bit, well, cynical [...]. I wanted to remind you about romance. It was probably a stupid notion — a sixteen-year-old who’s not an expert on romance ought to be brought to a lab and dissected.
- Ask two people to tell you anything, you’ll get two versions.
- Screw the past.
- I think it’s in somewhat bad taste to give an amnesiac a blank book.
- It’s when you don’t need something that you tend to lose it.
- But the good thing about art is that no one necessarily knows what you mean by it anyway.
- They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.