News everyday now are bombarding us with reports of the sky falling and it has been more than once that this generation is distracted and jaded, less capable of loving than the ones who came before. This books seeks to rebut that presumption.
The question sounds trite and unoriginal, but at the heart of it, it haunts and baffles us, because we know that when we get a deeper understanding of what we may conceive as our personal answers to it, we will be led closer to how we want and ought to love, and how we may want to receive it from others.
Taken from perspectives spanning that of a critical 12-year old boy's raw conception of what true love requires of us, to that of a 30-year old man's distilled and novel proposition that love enables lovers to travel not only space, but also time.
They say there are as many kinds of love as there are people who love and are loved. This book seeks to encase beautiful stills of that elusive, all encompassing abstract. Love, after all, has long been suspected to be of astronomical proportions.
The book was a collection of poems and essays which all revolve around the theme of trying to define love. However, the selection was not at all impressive nor moving, save for the two pieces which discussed parental love.