Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Eleanor and Park - Love!

If someone had been watching, what would they have seen? Park couldn’t imagine what his face had looked like when he touched Eleanor. Like somebody taking the first drink in a Diet Pepsi commercial. Over-the-top bliss.
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He tried to remember how this happened – how she went from someone he’d never met to the only one who mattered.
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There’s only one of him, she thought, and he’s right here. He knows I’ll like a song before I’ve heard it. He laughs before I even get to the punchline. There’s a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes me want to let him open doors for me. There’s only one of him.
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He loved how much they [his parents] loved each other. It was the thing he thought about when he woke up scared in the middle of the night. Not that they loved him – they were his parents, they had to love him. That they loved each other. They didn’t have to do that. None of his friend’s parents were still together, and in every case that seemed like the number one thing that had gone wrong with his friends’ lives. But Park’s parents loved each other. They kissed each other on the mouth, no matter who was watching. What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away? The math seemed impossible. How did his parents get so lucky? They couldn’t have felt lucky at the time. His dad’s brother had just died in Vietnam; that’s why they sent his dad to Korea. And when his parents got married, his mom had to leave everything and everyone she loved behind. Park wondered if his dad saw his mom in the street or from the road or working in a restaurant. He wondered how they both knew …
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‘I just can’t believe that life would give us to each other,’ he said, ‘and then take it back.’ ‘I can,’ she said. ‘Life’s a bastard.’ He held her tighter, and pushed his face into her neck. ‘But it’s up to us …’ he said softly. ‘It’s up to us not to lose this.’
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This book. The feels. So spot on and so good with describing all those emotions. Yeah, not that much of a plot. Yeah, I'm curious what happened after the postcard. Yeah, I wanna know what happened to her family. But I am content knowing that someone, Rainbow Rowell, is capable of putting on paper what teenagers feel and not in a weird way. This book got better and better with every press of the 'next' button on Kindle. I am afraid to read anything else now; I don't want to spoil this.

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