Ugh, trying to write about each successive Rainbow Rowell novel gets more and more difficult. How many different ways are there to say THIS WAS SO GOOD. HER WORDS ARE SO GOOD. HER CHARACTERS SO GOOD. EVERYTHING GOOD. RELATE SO MUCH. HELP.
That’s pretty much all I feel like saying, because even over a month later, my feelings about this book are so jumbly wumbly it’s hard to get them to sit still long enough to make them cohesive enough to write about.
Granted, having never been married and never had a serious vocation like our main character Georgie McCool does, I don’t relate quite as much to this book as I have in her previous efforts (Fangirl and Attachments in particular). But there’s just something about the way Rainbow Rowell writes about emotions that makes me instantly think YES I RECOGNIZE THAT. It’s like her books are the story versions of falling in love or making an instant connection with a person. Like, those rare instances where you meet someone and you just instantly KNOW them. I’ve only had that happen a couple of times in my life, which is probably part of why I love reading her so much.
Just completely disregard the silly sounding plot with the time traveling phone. It’s not important. It’s just another way to explore the dynamics between people we care about, and how relationships can change and evolve, how we lose and find each other over and over again, how we have to commit to the relationships that are important to us. (Although, honestly, I think that kind of silly shit is incredibly cool.)
Definitely glad I own this in hardcover, and I’m sure I will be revisiting it over and over in years to come, just like I plan to do with all her other books.
Rainbow Rowell, why can’t I quit you!?!? (Also, please don’t stop writing these wonderful books. Please don’t ever stop.)
I never want to quit Rainbow Rowell. In fact, I have made it my mission to give her books as gifts to as many people as possible, to spread the love of them. Everyone should read and love her books. I’m lending Eleanor & Park to one of my new colleagues tomorrow.
I actually defriended someone on Goodreads when they one-starred one of her books. I felt a little childish, but then again, she’d been annoying me for a while and it was the last straw.
One of my best friends rated Fangirl 3 stars and I felt like she had personally offended me. Having talked to her about it, I can see why the book wasn’t for her, especially because intense fandom is so completely alien to her, but I’m still sad about it, and will honestly have trouble with her judgement on books in future because of it. Because apparently I can’t be entirely rational with regards to my love for Rowell. If you don’t love her, I take it as a personal insult. I should probably talk to someone about that…
If you need to see someone about that problem, then so do I . . .
Just found out she is speaking less than 5 miles away from me later this month. I’m giddy with excitement.
So jealous! Go and see her for all the Cannonballers who love her so.
Lucky!!