However, having finished the book I realised several people/families have indeed reduced their chats to post-its and text messages. I found myself angry with both mother and daughter - why were such important conversations being reduced to little 2 by 2 strips of paper? Again, perhaps this discontent was the goal - and perhaps I'm less angry than saddened that people might need to read a book like this to be reminded of what is important in life.
Despite the obvious nature of this book, I became invested in the glimpse into the life of the protagonists and found the emotion of the story evoked my tears.
but how can you write a review for a book you barely remember? I remember loving the whole premise of this book. The entire novel is written in note form - a method of communication between a teenage girl and her mother. I believe I read the entire book in a day.
My problem with that character was she didn't seem to know much about breast cancer even though she was an ob/gyn, she seemed less mature than her daughter most of the time, and thing the bothered me the most was she didn't have a cell phone.
The title caught my eye first, but when I saw the pages were notes between a mother and daughter, I had to read it. Her mom is also struggling as a single mother raising a daughter and working. This is a must read book - especially if you have a daughter.
Tal como disse antes, descarreguei este livro, pensando que era uma não-ficção acerca da vida (bactérias, fungos...) que apesar das temperaturas baixas, sobrevivem no interior de um frigorífico. Não faço a mais pálida ideia como é que fui imaginar uma coisa tão distante da realidade, provavelmente foi porque gostaria de ler um livro sobre esse tema...
The ending affected me more than any other part of the book. "I'll be back in time to go with you.", "I'm going out for a minute - let's watch a movie tonight." (These are my words - not quotes - the gist of it is the same but I didn't take these word for word.) This type of note showed how easy it is, for anyone, to have great intentions that fall to the wayside. But I think Kuiper's did a good job and I'd certainly be willing to read another of her books anytime.
Berapa kali saya mengacuhkan Emak karena bosan mendengarkan keluhan beliau? Berapa kali saya membuat Emak jengkel karena tidak menyentuh masakan yang sudah susah payah beliau siapkan untuk saya? Berapa kali saya membuat Emak menarik nafas panjang untuk setiap perselisihan pendapat yang selalu berakhir dengan terdiamnya beliau karena kekeraskepalaan saya? Sendiri, tanpa Bapak yang sudah pergi lima tahun lalu Dan berapa kali saya mengatakan saya menyayangi Emak? Berapa kali saya memeluk nya dan mengucapkan terimakasih atas semua yang sudah beliau lakukan untuk saya? *sigh* Tuhan, saya tidak tahu berapa lama lagi waktu yang diberikan bagi saya dan Emak untuk bisa bersama-sama.. Tapi saya mohon, bisa kah saya diberikan kesempatan untuk membahagiakan beliau? Untuk membuat nya tersenyum ketika mengetahui saya sudah sembuh dari patah hati dan mampu jatuh cinta lagi.. Berikan saya kesempatan untuk benarbenar melukiskan senyum pada wajah Emak, yang penuh dengan kerut kebijaksanaan.. Dan jangan biarkan beliau pergi tanpa mengetahui bahwa saya, anak yang sungguh terlampau sering menyusahkannya, sangat sungguh mencintainya..
"This is Just to Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold" WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS I remember when i first encountered this poemninth grade Honors English (my all time favorite teachermost inspirationalprops again Mr. Mathis...) I seem to remember one of those painful sessions of analyzationsearching for meaning, symbolism, wondering if there were any right or wrong answers (which brings back nightmares of yet another teacherthis time college and sixteenth century poetryeverything i said and wrotewas WRONG, WRONG, WRONG and somehow i could do betterit was the first time that i really understood what it felt like to be the "picked-upon-'dumb'-student"absolutely hated it this same teacher was also my English minor advisor and in advising sessions he was perfectly pleasantnice even...) Anyway, couldn't this famous poem (and i do love the poemperhaps just for its lovely simplicity) just be a note left on the kitchen table or the refrigerator door?
My newest YA novel is Me (and) Me. Violet and Victor Write the Best-Ever Bookworm Book is my first picture book. It was published with Little, Brown Books For Young Readers in December 2014, and the sequel Violet and Victor Write The Most Fabulous Fairy Tale is available now.