Be careful what you wish for. You might just get it. An insightful novel about the lonely darkness that nostalgia can bring upon us. In our longing to know where things went wrong, we often hide our self-doubt and failures with rose colored glasses. And sometimes what we consider to be a failure wasn’t a failure at all, it simply did not meet our contrived and specifically rigid definition of success. When we narrow our vision of what we are, what we should be, what we can be, and what we could have been, we often trap ourselves in a cage that can be nearly unbreakable. And when drastic measures are taken to shatter the bars, we often find ourselves in a lonelier, stranger place than before, where we realize that we weren’t trapped at all.
I would recommend this book to anyone, the reason being that we are all miserable, hamstrung, joyless creatures for no other reason than we believe we are, and quite often through our own faults or perceptions. And this book exemplifies the adage, Look Before You Leap.
C. Hash September 19, 2015