When someone dies, people ask you how you’re doing, but they don’t really want to know. They seek affirmation that you’re okay, that you appreciate their concern, that life goes on and so can they.
I read this book because a friend from Goodreads recommended it to me so it was such a downer when I didn’t love it as much as she did. To be honest, I didn’t like it at all. I don’t know, maybe the plot wasn’t big enough for me? It felt more like a short story than a novel.
There was an overflow of descriptions and the narrations suffocated me. I skipped so many paragraphs and there were so many times wherein I just jumped straight to the dialogues just to get to the story. There were also a lot of filler conversations which really bored me. I felt like I was reading a “puberty novel” like Sweet Valley High, and I outgrew that sort a long time ago so I was not very happy.