LOVE. Love. LOVE. Love. LOVE.
There are those books, few and far between, that I feel speak to and for the heart of me. Books that make me feel represented. Understood. Included. A Prayer For Owen Meany is meaningful to me bc it gets to me on levels other books don’t even approach. TSAOH falls into this category.
It’s brilliant. The writing is gorgeous. It’s a social commentary, a thriller and a work of philosophy. There’s a story (by story I mean actions moving a plot in a certain direction), but the story isn’t the story. The thoughts are the story – the feelings. The growth.
The plot – (ha. I won’t do this right – I promise). People can’t remember Hope. Once she leaves your sight she leaves your memory. Hope exists outside of society – with all the good and bad that entails. Who are you without the framework of human interaction? Who are you without relationships or rules? And there’s this app that creates the perfect you. Diet tips, financial tips and life tips. Hope (amorphous and other) faces off against a conglomerate – a thing designed to make you the “best” you.
The writing is odd. Introspective. Jangly. At moments so sad I had to put it down – had to walk away. I’m excited to read more by Ms North – and perhaps to read this book again. I think it may be even better on a reread. I’m not sure the last time I felt this connected to a book – this moved by it.
I’d tell you this book was perfection…but no. 😉
Ps – I feel like the cover and the book do not match at all. This book is dark as hell. Sad. Lonely. It made my soul ache. The cover is almost romancey – sort bright and girly. Nothing like the book at all. I hate that. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover and all that…