'Do you want to hear an interesting fact?' said Jo. 'Eskimos apparently have over fifty different words for snow. Snow's really important to those guys - I suppose it's because sometimes the difference between one type and another can mean the difference between life or death.' She paused and laughed self-consciously. 'You know they've got words for dry snow and wet snow, fluffy snow and compact snow. They've got words for snow that comes down fast and for snow that comes down slow - they've thought of everything.'
'That's a lot of snow,' commented Rob as his eyes flicked to a scruffy-looking mongrel crossing the road in front of them, oblivious to the night bus hurtling towards it. It only narrowly missed being hit, but continued coolly on its journey to the bin outside the off-license, which it sniffed studiously, then cocked a leg against.
'So, what's your point?' asked Rob.
'Well, its like this,' replied Jo. 'If Eskimos can come up with fifty words for snow because it's a matter of life or death, why is it that we've only got one word for "love"?
One month later, Rob is writing a letter to Jo he knows he'll never send
...You asked me why we've only got one word for 'love' when Eskimos have got fifty for 'snow' and I"ve been thinking about it ever since. Maybe you're looking at it the wrong way. Yes, it would be easier if we sub-divided and categorized it down to specifics - but would it really be as much fun? The way I see it is, we may only have the one word for love, but what a word it is.
I love, love, love this book. The line on the cover always got me, took me a couple of months to finally buy it because I've never heard of the author... but when I started reading, I couldn't put it down! I instantly knew I would love it when I read "Rob tried to laugh but his heart wasn't in it. Instead he smiled politely as if it that was shorthand for genuine laughter and continued to scan the bar for more fantasy friends. He spotted some immediately - two guys at a table near the door. Rob wondered whether they were talking about the latest series of Alias, which had just started on cable, because that was a conversation he was dying to have with someone who actually cared." I was instantly reminded of two or three of my guy friends whom I would talk hours with about 24 or Lost, they'd even call me up to just ask what a certain character's name was because they forgot. Guy friends I'd talk to non-stop on the phone about absolutely nothing, or chat all day at work and still call or see each other after wards. I knew instantly that I was going to relate because Rob has a girlfriend and he didn't know how to tell his girl that he enjoyed another girl's company. And how some people just don't get it.
The book surprisingly doesn't have psycho of a girlfriend which makes it so much more better. I've slept with almost all my guy friends, literally sleeping OK, no touching, no kissing, just half spooning, on the couch, on a bed, didn't matter, didn't mean anything. Its just that sometimes guys don't like being alone too.
I've checked reviews when I bought it and even when the reviews said that the ending was nice and unpredictable, I must admit, I didn't believe them... most of the books I've read like this, I was disappointed with the ending...but this one...this one was bittersweet.
I'll stop now... you should just read the book, I highly recommend it. I know I'll be reading more of Mike Gayle's books.
Ok, I know I said that I'll stop but here's one more paragraph that I just loved..
The truth is, you and I were never going to work being just good friends. Not that it's impossible for men and women to be good friends and nothing more, but it's impossible for us. I'm sure I knew it when we first met but I didn't want to face up to it. I don't know what you and I are, Rob, but we're definitely not just good friends, are we?'
'No,' replied Rob.
'We're lovers with terrible timing,' Jo smiled. 'I can't help but think that if we'd met years ago - before you found Ashley - we'd have been perfect together. I know I could've made you just as happy as she makes you now.'
'But we didn't meet first,' replied Rob, unable to look at her. 'We met second.
p.s. i've read it three times now :D