Lucy and Owen meet somewhere between the tenth and eleventh floors of a New York City apartment building, on an elevator rendered useless by a citywide blackout. After they’re rescued, they spend a single night together, wandering the darkened streets and marveling at the rare appearance of stars above Manhattan. But once the power is restored, so is reality. Lucy soon moves to Edinburgh with her parents, while Owen heads out west with his father.
Lucy and Owen’s relationship plays out across the globe as they stay in touch through postcards, occasional e-mails, and — finally — a reunion in the city where they first met.
A carefully charted map of a long-distance relationship, Jennifer E. Smith’s new novel shows that the center of the world isn’t necessarily a place. It can be a person, too
I’ve been hearing a lot of hype about this book and when I saw it displayed in the library, there are no words to explain how I just lunged at it.
I would be lying if I say I ABSOLUTELY loved it.
So, honestly, I liked it, it was probably less realistic (because who stays in touch for that long after only a two hour meet and greet) as I would’ve liked it to be and there was those awkward moments where I would just cringe.
But I did enjoy it.
Guys, this is going to be a short review
My rating: 85%
The whole elevator scene was as natural as I expected it to be but honestly, if that was me I would be too terrified to talk to him, (mostly cuz of his hotness).
I did relate very easily to the idea of trying to find home. It seemed that both Owen and Lucy traveled across the whole freaking world to find home. They temporarily found it in Paisley and Liam but they quickly discovered that it was like an incredible flame that went out quickly. I relate very easily to the saying “home is where the heart is” because honestly I don’t really know where my heart is. It is with my family but I know that sooner or later I will have to venture out on my own so how do you find a home?
This book really delved into the meaning of being a teenager, a young adult whose expected to grow up to be successful, whose lost with their own identity, their own expectations, their discovery of home. This is what I liked about the book. That even miles and miles away from each other, they still managed to maintained a connection, a kindled friendship through postcards and inside jokes. It was beautiful because it was simple and also because, I know that, that sort of thing isn’t common in reality because everyone’s so concerned about their own agenda especially in a city like New York where this book is grounded on.
The awkward moments when they’re stuttering with lost words even though there are just SO MANY things they want to say to each other, my heart did cringe. I wanted everything in the open, that they felt home with each other, that they were both lost with their parents, looking after them and constantly moving. There was those parts, when the chapters got shorter then longer then the book ended and I felt that it ended well. The short, one lined chapters showed how much Owen and Lucy were linked. How love isn’t this passionate frenzy but actually, a slow, moving friendship. I liked that. I liked it, a lot.
I told you, it was going to be a short review. I’m sorry about that. I just have to write three reviews because this weekend I flew through my library books. Cuz what else can a book worm do?