I think I might be outgrowing a certain type of books. Better yet, I think I might be becoming more critical. Even though I still let a story sweep me off my feet and relax while enjoying the ride, in the end I look from a distance to what I've read and try to analyze what the book has giving me, what was its message, whether it changed me a bit or left me just the same, what I would have done had I been in some characters' shoes.
That being said, I once again happen to be the black sheep. I'm getting pretty much used to it, thus no surprise there.
The hype sorrounding this novel is remarkable, whatever reader has had the chance of reading an ARC of it has loved it, yet I can't help but feeling cheated, with this bittersweet aftertaste that won't leave me.
What deeply bothers me is how much I was loving this book. I was truly, immensely loving this book. The author did an outstanding job at projecting on us readers the emotinal chaos Maddie was experiencing for the first time. Maddie and Olly were adorkable.
The emails, maps and drawings made by Nicola Yoon's husband enriched the story making it smooth and peculiar, unique in its own genre; I flew through it.
More than anything, though, I loved its message. How many tiny little things, such as outside noises or the feel of the wind on our skin, do we take for granted every day? How many times do we plan our future, dream about it and live it when the time comes but we forget about the building up to it, the "meantime" of our days that pass us by without realizing we are wasting our own precious time? Carpe diem. Live your life to the fullest. There's a huge difference between being alive and live.
Up to 80% of this book, I was as happy as I could be. Then that twist came and it all went to hell.
I can't say it. I can't say why I hated this book, if I want to keep you away from spoilers. All I can tell you is that this book had promised to give me something but it was a lie. I feel cheated, a fraud. And I feel helpless towards some things that I won't be able to know, and I'm left wondering.
I wish I could say more, I wish I could give this book more,but if I did it wouldn't feel right and I wouldn't be at peace with my mind and conscience.
Despite its premise, I can't help but feel hopelessness, a terrible void in my heart that I can't quite fill, for I wouldn't know with what or what would help.
The author took the easy way out and I just can't accept it. I'm sorry.