Everything I Never Told You...A review.
I'm just going to say it. This book was a real downer. Poetic, certainly. But mostly very sad. I read sad books occasionally, just like I watch sad documentaries sometimes. Because the world is sad and I don't think it's necessarily healthy to shield ourselves from all the hurt out there.
There was no release from the sadness here though. I'm sure this book has been reviewed a hundred times by people saying they identified with the struggles of some or all of the characters. I'm not making a blanket statement that this isn't a book worth reading. But I am saying that my previous life experience did not prepare me for an empathetic interpretation of the story. Does that make me narcissistic? Hopefully not, but probably.
This is one of those books that I can't really write a ton about without spoiling it. The writing is wonderful, the characters well-developed. The chapters I found myself most attracted to were the ones about family roles and how they change after a person is gone. Also, about how pressure from loved ones can be suffocating and not communicating that pressure can change your perception of yourself and your life's course.
Again, I'm not saying don't read it. I'm just saying, maybe don't take it to the beach.
Who is this book for?
I honestly have no idea. I can think of specific friends who might enjoy this book, but probably not entire groups of people.
What does this book say?
Before that she hadn't realized how fragile happiness was, how if you were careless, you could knock it over and shatter it.
You loved so hard and hoped so much and then you ended up with nothing. Children who no longer needed you. A husband who no longer wanted you. Nothing left but you, alone, and empty space.
What made something precious? Losing it and finding it.