The premise of a woman attempting to end her life at a hotel overrun by a wedding party was so intriguing and the reviews had me finally picking up this ubiquitous novel. As with most books I end up adoring, it’s hard to pinpoint exactly why. I fell for every character. I laughed so hard. It made me think. I felt nostalgic. I shed a tear. It scratched the itch that The Midnight Library by Matt Haig fell short on. I suppose I prefer a literary take that is more subtle in its approach on the subject of our humanity and the meaning of life.
“But life is strange, always thinking this one thing is going to make you happy, because then you get it, and then maybe you’re not as happy as you imagine you would be, because every day still just every day. Like the happiness becomes so big, you have no choice, but to live inside of it, until you can no longer see it or feel it. And so you start to fixate on something else – you want a child, and then the child is here, and that happiness is so big, it begins to feel like nothing. Like just the air around you.
Until it is gone, of course.”