Non è in realtà un quattro stelle pieno, ma non me la sento di dargli tre stelline.. Un po' perché l'ho divorato (e vista la velocità supersonica con cui ultimamente leggo i libri.. Devo dire che è un grande passo avanti!!), un po' perché stiamo parlando di Rainbow (aaaw), mica baubaumiciomicio! Un po' di lealtà nei suoi confronti è il minimo!! Però.. Però non ci ho perso la testa e la parte finale mi ha lasciato con l'amaro in bocca :(
Forse una parte del problema sta nel fatto che ho letto come primo libro di Rainbow Rowell "Fangirl", che mi è piaciuto troppo.. Trovarne un altro che potesse raggiungere lo stesso livello di coinvolgimento, personaggi e storia in generale mi sembra tipo mission impossible 228228119 :D
Per quanto riguarda la parte positiva del libro, sicuramente ci sono i personaggi: Eleanor e Park (soprattutto lui, coccolo!!) sono la DOLCEZZA.. Aaaaaw :3
Insieme sono così teneri, così semplici.. Viene voglia di abbracciarli entrambi a turno, giuro!
Mi è piaciuto moltissimo il fatto che il loro rapporto nasca piano piano, che siano entrambi contenti come i bambini che aspettano Babbo Natale già solo per il fatto di tenersi per mano, di sentire l'altro vicino e di poter contare l'uno sull'altro, anche solo con uno sguardo.. :3
Poi vabbé, io ho un debole per i personaggi complessati, quindi Eleanor era un po' la ciliegina sulla torta della situazione! Qui c'è anche però una delle note dolenti; durante tutto il libro si percepisce l'ansia di Eleanor nello stare a casa, si ha l'idea che casa sua sia un luogo opprimente, poco felice e sicuramente pieno di problemi.. Ci si aspetta un determinato sviluppo legato al patrigno.. E poi?? Dove è questo sviluppo?? Io mi sono sentita fortemente presa in giro.. Tutto finisce in fuffa, il fantomatico motivo d'ansia è in realtà una buffonata.. Mamma che nervoso!
Anche il motivo per cui Eleanor viene cacciata di casa.. Attesa, attesa, attesa e poi..
Niente. -_- Poi le scelte/azioni di Eleanor.. Non so, gli avrei dato un senso ma pagina dopo pagina rimanevo allibita, non c'è questo senso!! Tutto molto dolce, molto commovente.. Ma per quale motivo??
Non mi ha poi nemmeno convinto il modo in cui è scritto.. L'ho trovato davvero una scrittura immatura :(
Tutto sommato una bella lettura, bei personaggi, alcune belle battute.. ma la scintilla non è mai scattata..
It made sense that Tina was in Eleanor’s gym class – because gym was an extension of hell, and Tina was definitely a demon.
Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
There were moments – not just today, moments every day since they’d met – when Eleanor made him self-conscious, when he saw people talking and he was sure they were talking about them. Raucous moments on the bus when he was sure that everyone was laughing at them. And in those moments, Park thought about pulling back from her. Not breaking up with her. That phrase didn’t even seem to apply here. Just … easing away. Recovering the six inches between them. He’d roll the thought over in his head until the next time he saw her. In class, at her desk. On the bus, waiting for him. Reading alone in the cafeteria. Whenever he saw Eleanor, he couldn’t think about pulling away. He couldn’t think about anything at all. Except touching her. Except doing whatever he could or had to, to make her happy.
‘I’m not cool,’ he said. ‘You’re cool.’ ‘Ha,’ she said. ‘I wish I were drinking milk, and I wish you were here, so that you could watch it shoot out my nose in response to that.’
‘I don’t like you,’ he said. ‘I need you.’
‘Ask me why I like you,’ she finally said. He felt himself smile. He felt like something warm had spilled in his chest. ‘Eleanor,’ he said, just because he liked saying it, ‘why do you like me?’ ‘I don’t like you.’ He waited. And waited … Then he started to laugh. ‘You’re kind of mean,’ he said. ‘Don’t laugh. It just encourages me.’ He could hear that she was smiling, too. He could picture her. Smiling. ‘I don’t like you, Park,’ she said again. ‘I …’ She stopped. ‘I can’t do this.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘It’s embarrassing.’ ‘So far, just for me.’ ‘I’m afraid I’ll say too much,’ she said. ‘You can’t.’ ‘I’m afraid I’ll tell you the truth.’ ‘Eleanor …’ ‘Park.’ ‘You don’t like me …’ he said, leading her, pressing the base of the phone into his lowest rib. ‘I don’t like you, Park,’ she said, sounding for a second like she actually meant it. ‘I …’ – her voice nearly disappeared – ‘sometimes I think I live for you.’ He closed his eyes and arched his head back into his pillow. ‘I don’t think I even breathe when we’re not together,’ she whispered. ‘Which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it’s been like sixty hours since I’ve taken a breath. That’s probably why I’m so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we’re apart is think about you, and all I do when we’re together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?’
‘We could meet somewhere else.’ ‘Where?’ ‘Here,’ he said. ‘You could come here.’ ‘What would your parents say?’ ‘It’s nice to meet you, Eleanor, would you like to stay for dinner?’ She laughed. She wanted to say it wouldn’t work, but maybe it would. Maybe. ‘Are you sure you want them to meet me?’ she asked. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I want everyone to meet you. You’re my favorite person of all time.’
He took her arm. ‘Hey, I want to show you something.’ He pulled her into the next driveway, between a pine tree and an RV. ‘Park, this is trespassing.’ ‘It’s not. My grandparents live here.’ ‘What do you want to show me?’ ‘Nothing, really, I just want to be alone with you for a minute.’ He pulled her to the back of the driveway, where they were almost completely hidden by a line of trees and the RV and the garage. ‘Seriously?’ she said. ‘That was so lame.’ ‘I know,’ he said, turning to her. ‘Next time, I’ll just say, “Eleanor, follow me down this dark alley, I want to kiss you.”’ She didn’t roll her eyes. She took a breath, then closed her mouth. He was learning how to catch her off guard. She pushed her hands deeper in her pockets, so he put his hands on her elbows instead. ‘Next time,’ he said, ‘I’ll just say, “Eleanor, duck behind these bushes with me, I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t kiss you.”’
Eleanor pressed her cheek into his chest, and Park hugged her. He wished that they could go through life like this. That he could physically put himself between Eleanor and the world.
She hadn’t realized Omaha could be such a nice place to live. (In her head, this was Park’s doing, too. The world rebuilt itself into a better place around him.)