Upon deciding to read this book, I made peace with the fact that this will never have a happily ever after. A relationship of such kind is doomed from...moreUpon deciding to read this book, I made peace with the fact that this will never have a happily ever after. A relationship of such kind is doomed from the very beginning, and yet, sick as it may seem, I have hoped for the characters' own versions of happy endings.
This book made me toss and turn at night, both from heartbreak and the disturbing fact that such forbidden love can exist and somehow made justified before my eyes. This book has made me a working contradiction. I like ... no ... I need their love to survive ... and yet ... it is just so wrong!
Sometimes, a little too much love isn't just enough to make a relationship work. It is how much of that love the society can tolerate to accept that often makes it work.
I feel so much hurt for the both Lochan and Maya. I am so devastated with what happened to Lochan. =( (less)
I count myself fortunate to be living in our times. Of course, wars are still raging on and incurable diseases still lurk and sometimes pounce on us ....moreI count myself fortunate to be living in our times. Of course, wars are still raging on and incurable diseases still lurk and sometimes pounce on us ... *a pondering moment* ... hmmm ... I suppose the most appropriate thing to say is, "I'm glad I'm living here ... right now." I'm sure there are still a lot of people out there suffering from war and/or diseases, and it's truly a wonder to find individuals brave enough to stay strong and to not lose their heads and most especially their hearts.
This book took me back on the conditions during the first world war. Apart from the dangers of bombs and guns, people were also vulnerable of the Spanish Influenza. But most importantly, people were clinging on any shreds of hope no matter forlorn. Spiritualism, seances and alike --- these were shreds of hope to them ... to get closer to their loved ones who had fallen victims to war and flu.
Mary Shelly Black, our heroine struggled in every way possible ... physically, mentally and emotionally. But, above all that, she tried her damnedest to help Stephen's soul find peace. If there was one breath left of you, won't you use that to help a loved one?
I really loved the story of Mary and Stephen, albeit, the other is dead and the other one's trying to remain alive. Despite the fact that they are both very young, their love came out really mature. It wasn't about staying together, or having those earth-shattering magnificent kisses (although, they're nice to have too), or petty jealousies, third parties and whatnot's going around the literary romance wagon now a days ... but keeping each other safe and doing what's best for the other.
There were moments in the book, I hoped Stephen wasn't really dead. I was clinging to that hope that he was simply having astral travels and that his body was stored away somewhere badly injured in the war ... but still has the chance of full recovery. =D Hahaha ... how desperate am I for a happy ending! I just really wanted them to be together so badly!
The ending however, is perfect. This book won't leave you hanging and will definitely not leave you heart broken. It leaves you with Hope.(less)