We move through each other’s lives like ghosts, leaving behind haunting memories of people who never existed.
How it begins: “Sometimes I think that everyone has a tragedy waiting for them, that the people buying milk in their pyjamas or picking their noses at stoplights could be only moments away from disaster. That everyone’s life, no matter how unremarkable, has a moment when it will become extraordinary – a single encounter after which everything that really matters will happen.”
This was my vacation-airplane-beach book. I picked it partly because of the wonderful cover and partly because of a line I read in it when I randomly flicked through the pages.
It is a growing up book. A deciding who you are book. A book of unfortunate events that could define but turn out shifting the lives of those caught in the middle. A book about accidents that are not so happy. About beginnings that are everything and endings that are not exactly hoped for. About endings that seem empty and beginnings that are challenging. It is a book about parts of life that can be messy, and how we clean ourselves up and keep going.
[This is the line] ••• I wondered what things became when you no longer needed them, and I wondered what the future would hold once we’d gotten past our personal tragedies and proven them ultimately survivable. •••