BOOK REVIEW| THE LOVER’S DICTIONARY
This is the book I mentioned I was so excited to share with y’all. It’s a dictionary, chronicling a couple’s relationship and their struggles with love and what it means. It defines words in relation to the couple and every definition is almost it’s own little story. It feels like a story and also a collection of short almost-poems. I really like his take on relationships and there are a few nuggets of wisdom in this book.
The author of this book is David Leviathan and I have only ever read a book he co-wrote with John Green called “Will Grayson, will grayson” about two boys with the exact same name who meet and etc etc. It is also a great book and he and Green make a little magic together. Here are a few quotes as always:
There was a pause. I was still scared by every gap in our conversation, fearing that this was it, the point where we had nothing left to say.
People often say that when couples are married a long time, they start to look alike. I don’t believe that. But I do believe their sentences start to look alike.
Sometimes desire is air; sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.
There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.
I’ll see your hat on the table and I’ll feel such a longing for you, even if you’re only in the other room.
It’s one thing to share kisses and secrets and sex and a bed. But sharing families marks the meeting of the rivers.
I spent all this time building a relationship. Then one night I left the window open, and it started to rust.
The proper verb for depression is sink.
I guess I don’t believe in a small break. I feel a break is a break, and if it starts small, it only gets wider.
I try to convince myself that it’s the alcohol talking. But alcohol can’t talk. It just sits there. It can’t even get itself out of the bottle.
Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, they will never be enough.
Sometimes it becomes a contest: which is more stubborn, the love or the two arguing people caught within it?
When I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment.
I love this book so much! I like that I’ve never read anything like it before and I just love that it shows you that love is not always pretty. It is such a great read. Email me if you’d like a copy. I think it’s a five star book.
Have a lovely weekend!
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