I loved it. This book was just so…so.. I can’t even describe it. Please forgive me if I’m unable to put in words how I feel about it, but I’ll try my best to show you. Maybe I should stop judging books by their covers. It’s a habit, but it needs to be controlled. I thought that this book would be a sweet and cute contemporary read. It was not. And it blew me away.
It’s a bit weird that these adventures in books sometimes start as projects for school. They met at the ledge of the bell tower, but they went to the places because of the geography project. It was really lovely to see how Finch and Violet’s gradual friendship turned into something a little more.
I didn’t really get Theodore Finch. I read the whole book, slowly, word by word, especially paying attention to all the things he said, all the things that he did. But I don’t understand him. And maybe it’s better that way, because that’s what makes his character special. He was just the most interesting, most confusing, best character ever. He changed a lot through out the book, and so did Violet, along with him.
Violet was a badass girl. Before her sister’s accident, she was carefree and liked to have fun. Now, she wishes to go back in time to fix all of that and thinks it was all her fault. Finch did not really cure her, he just helped her realize that somethings are beyond our control and that there’s more to the world than guilt and hidden grief.
I don’t know what it is about this book but it makes me want to sing, run, write, travel, cry, swim and wander. It makes me want to reach for the stars and make wishes on falling ones. It makes me want to leave a mark in the world, everywhere I can. Maybe it’s just me, but this book made me feel more than I thought words on a page could.
I had read many reviews about this book saying that it made them cry and it was heartbreaking, but somehow, while reading this beautiful piece, I forgot all that and I couldn’t think properly. I didn’t cry while or after reading this book. I feel that my feelings for the book I sob for—and this happens only once or twice in a few years—are strong, but they usually diminish with time. The wound that this book left me with will probably not heal, and I don’t want it to. I want to remember this book, the absolute beauty of it, the brightness, the glow.
The thing I realize is, that it’s not what you take, it’s what you leave.”
“What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.”