Having read and enjoyed Parson's other books I looked forward to read this. I found it dull, depressing and predictable. Nothing makes this book special.. far from his previous book men and wife.
Excerpt that I like :
“To become the master of something, you must eat the cold porridge, Grasshopper.. Actually he never called me Grasshopper. Eating cold porridge – to me its means enduring something that has to be endured. More than that, it means missing someone. Really missing someone. The way I miss her. But she is gone and she is not coming back.”
“It’s strange the way the loss of one person can leave such a giant hole in the middle of your life. It’s not as if the hole they left behind feels like the size of another human being. It feels more like the size of a world.”
“ Its funny. You love something and then one day it’s suddenly gone or changed or lost forever. But somehow that doesn’t stop your love. Maybe that’s how you know it’s the real thing. When it doesn’t come with conditions and get-out clauses, when it doesn’t have a best-by date. When you just give your love, and never stop giving it, and know that you never will. That’s when it is real. That’s when they can never touch it or spoil it or take it away from you.”
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