I first read this book in the summer of 2010. Read, I said, and what I meant was devoured. It so peculiarly and particularly mirrored my life, it was a very eerie sensation. What a surprise of a novel.
I was reading over my notebook from that year, the notebook that held all my heartbreak and silly little etchings from that moment and I came across these quotes from the book.
"He was now beginning to wonder whether the jigsaw was the correct metaphor for relationships between men and women after all. It didn't take account of the sheer stubbornness of human beings, their determination to affix themselves to another even if they didn't fit. They didn't care about jutting off at weird angles, and they didn't care about phone booths and Mary, Queen of Scots. They were motivated not by seamless and sensible matchings but by eyes, mouths, smiles, minds, breasts and chests and bottoms, wit, kindness, charms, romantic history and all sorts of other things that made straight edges impossible to achieve."
"Have you ever had one of those? When you know you were out of your depth?"
"In her case, it had taken about three minutes for passionate admiration and dreamy speculation to be replaced by a nervous, naggingly maternal disapproval."
I really love Nicholas Hornby.
Cheers!
I was reading over my notebook from that year, the notebook that held all my heartbreak and silly little etchings from that moment and I came across these quotes from the book.
"He was now beginning to wonder whether the jigsaw was the correct metaphor for relationships between men and women after all. It didn't take account of the sheer stubbornness of human beings, their determination to affix themselves to another even if they didn't fit. They didn't care about jutting off at weird angles, and they didn't care about phone booths and Mary, Queen of Scots. They were motivated not by seamless and sensible matchings but by eyes, mouths, smiles, minds, breasts and chests and bottoms, wit, kindness, charms, romantic history and all sorts of other things that made straight edges impossible to achieve."
"Have you ever had one of those? When you know you were out of your depth?"
"In her case, it had taken about three minutes for passionate admiration and dreamy speculation to be replaced by a nervous, naggingly maternal disapproval."
I really love Nicholas Hornby.
Cheers!
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