This review is going to be a complete anomaly from me. I'm going to do several things I've never done nor ever thought I would do. First and foremost I'm about to get real. More real that I've ever been on this site.
Sometimes I think (and probably unfairly) that there are two kinds of writers. I guess you could break it down to followers vs. leaders. It seems like some write because they are following a trend, be it vampires, angels, dystopias, what have you. Then there are those writers who seem to only write a book because they have a story in their mind that needs to be told. I think it's safe to say Tiffanie DeBartolo falls in the “leaders” category. I've now read both of her books and they are both amazing. I'm just blown away by how talented she is, and I don't mean to sound like an entitled reader but it pains me to think that she hasn't written more. If I ever had the chance to speak to Ms. DeBartolo, I don't think I'd be able to stop myself from quoting Magneto and exclaiming:
So, have you ever heard the phrase “the human condition”? I have, and to be honest, I've never really bothered to find out exactly what it means; I've just come up with my own assumption. And to me, Tiffanie DeBartolo gets it. There are so many lines from this book that so utterly rang true to me. For instance:
"I always felt like that myself, that I didn't marry into the landscape of the human world like others did, that I was on the outside looking in.”
“As long as I can remember being conscious of existence, I've been conscious of death. Eternal rest isn't some abstract concept for me. It's real. It chases me down like a dog behind a bicycle. I'm faster than it is, for the moment, but I might pop a tire any second and it'll sink its teeth into my heel. Or worse, into the heels of someone I love.”
And then there's this:
"I like to say I don’t believe in mystics. I don’t believe in fate. I don’t believe in destiny or kismet. I don’t believe in God. I don’t believe in anything.
But I believe in the possibility of everything."
There are many more but they would seriously require copying pages of text. I had a note where I would write down a page with a quote I liked, and part of it says 57, 58, 59. She's just one of those rare authors who it feels like is writing things that exist in my head, only far more eloquently than I ever could. If your intentions are pure
I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world.
I mean the woman wrote a personal ad using a Chris Cornell song. And I kid you not, a few days before reading this, I was in the mood to listen to Audioslave, and found myself googling Chris Cornell, telling myself I need more of his music. I don't intend to talk about anything too spoilerific, but I'm using a spoiler tag just to be safe.
There are so many books out there with numerous gif-heavy, 5-star reviews. And when I read them myself, I’m either left indifferent, or baffled because often all I felt was contrived angst. Just when I start to question how picky I am when it comes to star ratings, a book like this comes along and completely validates my position. It is just in a completely different stratosphere. THIS is heartache. THIS is anguish. This is worthy of the expression “it feels like my still beating heart was ripped out of my chest.”
I realize this is not the opinion of a well-adjusted 30 year old, but I've always thought the phrase “'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” to be...well kind of a crock of shit. Now, this is where the whole “writing things that exist in my head” comes to play. It's as if this entire book was like her literary version of my own wildest dream and worst nightmare, all in one. Rather cryptic, but it makes sense to anyone who's read it. Obviously I felt the aforementioned heartache. After finishing, I would drift off to sleep only to suddenly remember what happened and feel that punch in my gut. But the strange thing is, instead of falling into a dark, despondent place where I feel righteously withdrawn from the world, I actually feel a sliver of hope. That maybe there is something to that quote above. After all, "Fear won't keep you safe from being hurt.”
So there we have it. A highly opinionated, quote laden, image macro included, spoiler tag containing review—a first by yours truly. There's so much more I wish I could say about this book, and [b:How to Kill a Rock Star|113791|How to Kill a Rock Star|Tiffanie DeBartolo|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1348314742s/113791.jpg|109560] for that matter, but skilled with words I am not. I will end this by saying I sincerely hope this is not the last book I read by this author.