When I read these types of books, I start to believe that anyone who has a story has the potential for writing a book. Somehow their story has to connect to the masses for it to sell, but nevertheless they have potential. They don’t have to tell us its going to be okay or end on a happy note, they just need to connect to their readers and be real.
Reading this short novel was like sitting down with a dear friend over lunch and just catching up on what was new. I found myself identifying with a few of her stories and for some of them, they made me stop and think. She was personable, someone I could relate to and I think we’d make great fence neighbors.
I liked this blessing. I think it might be one, I will use for it says so much yet it is so simple: “Thank you for the food before us, the people around us, and the love between us.”
I liked her point about Cleta, her grandmother. Kelly should have gotten to know her better, she should have tried to appreciate her like her father wanted her to. Kelly felt bad because she didn’t go visit her as much as she had planned to but it wasn’t all about the missed visits. It’s quality over quantity. It didn’t matter how much she visited, it’s what she did when she was there.
I really liked the I Love You chapter as there was so much truth in what she said. I love you covers the good times and the bad, the letdowns and the victories, the highs and the lows. “The first time the words pass between two people: electrifying. Ten thousand times later: cause for marvel. The last time: the dream you revisit over and over and over again. “
The last two chapters of this novel had me almost in tears. Kelly narrates to Liz, her dear friend who has passed away, how life is moving forward without her. Liz’s husband Andy still performs some of the traditions that Liz had started, they’ve just recently celebrated her birthday with a small gathering of her friends, Liz’s clothes are still hanging in her closet, and they’ve just decided how they’re going to celebrate her first death date. This was an emotional closure to a novel with a friend that I had just met.