Never let me go.

Kathy: It had never occurred to me that our lives, which had been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed. If I’d known, maybe I’d have kept tighter hold of them and not let unseen tides pull us apart.

Kathy: I come here and imagine that this is the spot where everything I’ve lost since my childhood is washed out. I tell myself, if that were true, and I waited long enough then a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I’d see it was Tommy. He’d wave. And maybe call. I don’t know if the fantasy go beyond that, I can’t let it. I remind myself I was lucky to have had any time with him at all. What I’m not sure about, is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time.

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Looking for alaska.

John Green’s first novel and yet, I was blown away. I loved his style of writing. This book reminded me a lot of Perks of being a wallflower by Stephen Chbosky.

I loved the fact the ending wasn’t happy nor were all the questions raised, answered. It felt so real, that it didn’t even feel like I was reading a fictional work. In John Green’s words when asked about the ending,

“The truth is that in our lives we are all going to encounter questions that should be answered, that deserve to be answered, and yet probe unanswerable. Can we find meaning to life without those answers? Can we find a way to acknowledge the reality (and injustice) of suffering without giving in to hopelessness? Those are the questions I think Miles is confronting at the end, and I wanted to argue that through forgiveness, it is possible to live a full and hopeful life – even if our world is saturated with injustice and loss.”

Please read this book if you haven’t or re-read it, if it has faded away from your memory. I literally couldn’t put this book down and finished it within a span of hours.

There is such beauty in tragedy.

Any of his other works that you’d like to recommend me?

Paris, Je T’aime.

Paris, Je T’aime features 18 short stories shot in various parts of Paris involving different casts and directors. I’m not sure if watching this after having watched New York, I love you made the difference, or not; but I thoroughly enjoyed this much more.

There are a few stories that reached out to me more than the rest.

Quais de Seine – a young french man striking up a friendship with a young Muslim woman despite poking fun at all the other women that passed by him when he with his 2 other friends. This story felt refreshing as usually, no one makes the effort to extend friendship to a person who shares no visible similarity with themselves. I enjoyed the innocence in the friendship.

Bastille – a man who intends on leaving his marriage for a much younger lover ends up staying with his wife after she reveals to him about the terminal illness she has been plagued with. He rediscovers the love he once felt for her as he tends to every need of hers, sacrificing his own happiness at times. I enjoyed the selflessness the man showed. The selflessness, love is supposed to stand for.

“A life he was planning to quit between the entree and dessert.”

“Every little thing had a different flavor, knowing he’d never be able to do it for her again.”

“By acting like a man in love, he became a man in love again.”

Place des Victoires – a mother grieving over the death of her son and seeks comfort by a magical cowboy. Poignant acting by the mother, I was moved.

“Where did you get this strength?”

“From God.”

Place des detes – a Nigerian man is nursed by a lady paramedic as he’s dying from a stab wound. He asks her to have a cup of coffee with him as he recognizes her face.  He had apparently fallen in love with her since the first time he saw her. By the time she remembers him, and the coffee she had ordered arrives, he has died.

14th arrondissement – a woman’s love affair with Paris.

“Then something happened, something difficult to describe. Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job and everyone I know, a feeling came over me. It was like remembering something I’d never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn’t know what. Maybe it was something I’d forgotten or something I’ve been missing all my life. All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive. That was the moment I fell in love with Paris. And I felt Paris fall in love with me.”

Paris, Je T’aime. Always.