And no tears were shed. I am made of stone.
It wasn’t so much that I didn’t enjoy this, as much as it was I felt like I could have enjoyed it more.
First of all, the blurb is incredibly misleading. Romance, my ass. The “romance” (if you can even call it that) in this book was terrible. It was my least favorite thing about the book. This book didn’t need a romance. Will and Louisa didn’t need to fall in love for this book to accomplish what it set out to. Their loved seemed rushed and undeveloped- as if the author decided to throw it in at the last minute even though it wasn’t in her outline. I didn’t feel like it made sense, it wasn’t necessary, and it wasn’t well done. I was hoping this book would have been similar to The Year We Fell Down. It wasn’t.
I somehow enjoyed reading about the daily minutia of Louisa and Will’s lives. Lou was a quirky character. I liked her a lot. I didn’t feel the same way as other people did- that she was silly and had no desire to do any better for herself. I think the world needs all kind of people and it’s OK to live in the same town you grew up in as long as it makes you happy.
The book was very well written and I get why people like it, but the 8 billion 5 star reviews led me to believe it would be more earth shattering than it was. I did not cry- not one single tear- despite the fact that seemed to be what the book set out to make me do (with it’s Nicholas Sparks letter at the end and all). It didn’t make me reexamine any of my choices or relationships or actually really feel anything. When I read the last sentence and closed the book my thoughts were something along the lines of: “That was nice. What’s next?”