Last month my grandpa died. He was one of the most important people in my family, as my dad's from the Philippines and my mom's family mostly live here. My grandpa has been here for almost every birthday, Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, and the random weekends in between for my family. He and my grandma were married in 1948 and celebrated their sixtieth anniversary this past October. While it wasn't a shock that he died (he had a stroke practically on my sixth birthday), we all still went through the grieving process.
It seemed appropriate, then, that I read The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen. In it, the protagonist Macy is still grieving over her own father's death that occurred about a year before the start of the book. When I read about her reaction to seeing her father's belongings, I realized that that was what the pangs I felt going into my grandmother's house were, seeing his armchair empty and the TV on at a reasonable level. I miss him a lot.
My summer started off with such a fabulous beginning, what with my grandpa dying about two weeks after I got out of school. Then with the job hunt and boyfriendlessness hanging over me, I try my hardest to find books that I can escape into. I've always had a thing for fantasy books - magic, monsters, heroes, and true love don't always have a place in my real life, so finding them in books ensured a small detour from my crazy schedule.
I borrowed The Truth About Forever from my best friend. I spent the night at her house a weekend or so ago and we sat around reading books - believe me, this is actually normal for us. I was delving into The City of Glass when she leaned over and told me I should read this other book, because, well, it was really Jada's, but it's really good. So I took it home and a few days ago I finally got around to reading it. And let me tell you, if I find it anywhere, I'm buying it.
It's a good summer read for girls who have had a terrible job, have been a dependent in a relationship, who have lost someone they love. My love life has been rather unsatisfactory, but being in Macy's head when she thinks about being perfect and missing someone, I could relate. I'm an almost-perfectionist myself, what with a crazy school schedule and a lot of extracurricular activities scattered across the year. The stress can really do some scary things to a girl, and this novel gave me some frightening flashbacks to my sophomore year.
But no matter what, one thing this book teaches is that opportunities will present themselves at the oddest times, and sometimes we just have to roll with them. A job might suddenly open up, and while it's not something we're familiar with, we'll take the leap of faith and try to enjoy the ride. New people walk into our lives, sometimes helping to fill the void left by people who have left our lives, whether in death or in moving away from us in the literal or figurative sense.
It seemed appropriate, then, that I read The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen. In it, the protagonist Macy is still grieving over her own father's death that occurred about a year before the start of the book. When I read about her reaction to seeing her father's belongings, I realized that that was what the pangs I felt going into my grandmother's house were, seeing his armchair empty and the TV on at a reasonable level. I miss him a lot.My summer started off with such a fabulous beginning, what with my grandpa dying about two weeks after I got out of school. Then with the job hunt and boyfriendlessness hanging over me, I try my hardest to find books that I can escape into. I've always had a thing for fantasy books - magic, monsters, heroes, and true love don't always have a place in my real life, so finding them in books ensured a small detour from my crazy schedule.
I borrowed The Truth About Forever from my best friend. I spent the night at her house a weekend or so ago and we sat around reading books - believe me, this is actually normal for us. I was delving into The City of Glass when she leaned over and told me I should read this other book, because, well, it was really Jada's, but it's really good. So I took it home and a few days ago I finally got around to reading it. And let me tell you, if I find it anywhere, I'm buying it.
It's a good summer read for girls who have had a terrible job, have been a dependent in a relationship, who have lost someone they love. My love life has been rather unsatisfactory, but being in Macy's head when she thinks about being perfect and missing someone, I could relate. I'm an almost-perfectionist myself, what with a crazy school schedule and a lot of extracurricular activities scattered across the year. The stress can really do some scary things to a girl, and this novel gave me some frightening flashbacks to my sophomore year.
But no matter what, one thing this book teaches is that opportunities will present themselves at the oddest times, and sometimes we just have to roll with them. A job might suddenly open up, and while it's not something we're familiar with, we'll take the leap of faith and try to enjoy the ride. New people walk into our lives, sometimes helping to fill the void left by people who have left our lives, whether in death or in moving away from us in the literal or figurative sense.
