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338 pages, Paperback
First published February 13, 2018
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*Unpopular Opinion*
The thing is, I like Amy Harmon and I'm not averse to messy love stories. After all, isn't real life messier? What I don't like, however, is the conflation of the varying and discordant themes within this book. Thus, I was overwhelmed.
Paranormal?
Second-chance love?
Pseudo love triangle?
Harmon further layered the main themes with issues relating to morality, loyalty, friendship, and mental illness. On the one hand, Harmon has written a narrative that is thought-provoking; on the other and unfortunately, she placed her characters within an impossible philosophical atmosphere. As if the enduring friendship between the three protagonists could ever negate their dishonesty.
Additionally, it felt manipulative; considering that Cora's role (as the potential antagonist) was not only foreshadowed it was done without subtlety. But, we'll come back to her
In the meantime, can we talk about Mercedes? Yes, yes, I know, she's a lovely person. A lovely ostrich if you asked me and by burying her head so deep in the sand, she not only lied to Cora about her feelings for Noah, she even lied to herself. It's inconceivable that this woman did not, in fact, know that her "best friend"- Cora- was a consummate manipulator.
And there it is. The numero uno reason why this didn't work for me: The Pretense.
Noah pretends he loves Cora.
Cora pretends she likes Mercedes
Mercedes pretending she's Santa Maria (Otherwise, how do you explain her living her life solely as the backup wife?)
The question no one is asking is this: What would have happened between Noah and Mer had Cora not died?
We're friends, right? So can I tell you a secret?
I disliked this book almost as much as I disliked the protagonists.
I wanted Mercedes to suffer unrequited love well into old age and in her unattached Santa-Maria state.
I wanted Keegan to die a painful death.
I wanted Noah to grow a pair.
I needed Cora to still be alive to reap her comeuppance.
I wanted. I needed.
I wish this story had turned out differently.
"Dr. Andelin, a psychologist with a neatly groomed beard that he probably wore to make himself look older, was conducting the group session. He stroked his beard when he was thinking, and it gave him a perpetually melancholy air. He was far too young to be a doctor and way too young to be so serious . . . and sad. He had the saddest eyes I’d ever seen." – The Law of Moses
"She was the best friend, the bridesmaid, the godmother, the glue. She was there for the good times and the bad, the ups and the downs, the biggest moments and the smallest parts. And she was there when it all came crashing down.
This is the tale of the girl who didn’t get the guy."
"Gia and Noah spent the rest of the day—a day that ended up holding more sunshine than showers—visiting the giraffes and the elephants, the kangaroos and the koalas. They stood outside the monkey enclosure, calling and whooping and doing the monkey dance. They strolled slowly past the snakes and the lizards so Gia could growl and hiss at them, half-terrified, half-entranced. They ate corn dogs and stayed too long, and for once Noah didn’t mind. The animals had no quarrels or cares. They didn’t worry about who they were, where they came from, or what tomorrow would bring, and Noah pledged to do the same."
This is the tale of the girl who didn’t get the guy.
”We’re more than just the sum of our parts.”
It won’t always hurt like this, will it?
”I would do just about anything for you. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”
I’m not going to let you go. I’m going to follow you over the edge.
Words are like souls. Soundless, even shapeless. But full of substance.
”In the end, only three things matter: Hoe much you loved, how gently you loved, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”
“Sometimes it’s the smallest part that steals the show.”
“Our friends shape the course of our lives. You have to choose them very carefully.”
Just because something is meant to be, doesn’t mean it’s meant to be right now.
We’re supposed to be all-loving and all-compassionate all the time. But sometimes the things we aren’t supposed to say are the truths that keep us sane, that tether us to reality, that help us move the hell on!
“In the end, only three things matter: How much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”
“Just because it’s meant to be, doesn’t mean it’s meant to be right now.”
His lips were soft, his breath sweet, and the tips of his fingers were light on her cheeks. But it wasn’t a kiss between friends. It wasn’t a kiss goodbye. It was a desperate hello.
“In the end, only three things matter: How much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”
“Sometimes it’s the smallest part that steals the show.”
“Here I am, her thoughts screamed. Here you are. Here we are. This is us.”
“We always save each other, remember? It’s what we do.”
“Life wasn’t about getting what you deserved. It was about enduring what you didn’t and not letting it destroy you.”
“Mercedes knew Noah first. She could have said that. She could have called dibs.”
“Take care of him. Love him. He hasn’t had a lot of love, Cora. You know that. He might be the easiest man in the universe to love, because he expects so little. He expects nothing and is grateful for everything. With a man like that, how could you worry about being enough?”
“Didn’t you ever notice that whatever you wanted or whatever you set out to do, Cora wanted to do it too?”
“I never wanted anyone else, Noah. But you loved me because I was strong. I was steady. And having your love and your affection was too important to ruin it with sex and jealousy and childish love triangles. I knew that if I gave up all claim on your body, I could keep your heart. That was the part that mattered most to me.”
“Are you in love with me, Noah?” “I’m in love with you, Mer. Madly. Deeply. Head over heels in love with you.” “I’m in love with you too,” she whispered, freed. Ebullient. “I always have been. I always will be.”
You may not be where you want to be in your life, Mer. But I’m so glad you’re in my life. Your birthday is one of my favorite days, because it means you exist, and I’m so grateful for that,” he murmured.
“You wrote thank you. You’re welcome,” she said again. “But thank you for what?” “For being my best friend,” he said, shrugging. She grinned, revealing her two missing teeth. “And you’re never gettin’ rid of me. I’m yours.” She pointed at the pink paper heart in his hand. “And you’re mine”.
“In the end, only three things matter. How much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”
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"They had all been inseparable once. Shared fear. Shared uncertainty. Shared childhood. Whatever it was, it had cemented them."
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“We’re supposed to be all-loving and all-compassionate all the time. But sometimes the things we aren’t supposed to say are the truths that keep us sane, that tether us to reality, that help us move the hell on!”
Being with him wasn’t fun. It hurt. All of it. And it was way too soon.
Life wasn’t about getting what you deserved. It was about enduring what you didn’t and not letting it destroy you.