This was an entertaining read, a great break from my more depressing non-fiction selections. Evelyn made me think about the question of how far are you willing to go/how much are you willing to do for someone you love, especially when whatever that thing you might do is morally ambiguous or straight up immoral. Not an easy question to answer!
Evelyn’s and Monique’s stories also made me think different kinds of love (love b/w Evelyn and Celia, love b/w Evelyn and Harry, love b/w James (Monique’s dad) and Harry, love b/w James and Angela(? Monique’s mom)) — in oversimplified terms, is it possible to find both passion and stable, peaceful friendship in one love? I hope so but is that too much to ask for?
Not a super ‘quotable’ book because the language mainly functions to describe and move the plot forward, rather than to beautifully encapsulate the human experience. But one quote that I would have underlined if I were reading this on paper rather than my kindle was:
People think that intimacy is about sex.
But intimacy is about truth.
When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is “You’re safe with me” — that’s intimacy.
At the end the book also touches on the right to die which was interesting.
