There is something so sweet in the unexpected ending of a book. I can’t say if this book is the sweetest in that matter, but it was definitely surprising and weirdly realistic. Every now and then I had to remind myself that Susie wasn’t just the little girl telling the story – she was experiencing it too and trying to understand the world and life with all of its unfairness and difficulties. I love it how I was brought to look for the answers with her, the reader being not just a witness of her story but a passive character in it. And to be honest, I didn’t think that the story would go so far as some years after Susie’s death – I expected it to focus of the first few months after her death, which would be the most dramatic ones and the ones full of both sadness and hope. The time span felt like a joke bringing to the forth all the irony of life and how ridiculous things sometimes are. And even though the book has a general hopeful atmosphere, almost teaching the reader to appreciate life and the people around, there was this underlying bitterness of the chances and opportunities lost, of what could have been. And in a sense this reminds me that you needn’t be dead to miss out on things, and there is no point in missing out on things, so we should just go out and live our lives to the best of our limits.
The Lovely Bones is a beautiful book in its own odd way. It’s also different. And it’s worth reading.
The Lovely Bones is a beautiful book in its own odd way. It’s also different. And it’s worth reading.