Vignettes of Love
This is a love story; a boy met a girl and fell in love. There is nothing unique about the story itself, it’s neither that perfect with a happily-ever-after at the end, nor tragic that ended with death or cheating. Instead, we follow the nameless narrator as he described how he met his girlfriend, their progression from first date, to exclusivity, and into moving together. It’s a story that could be anyone’s and that's what made it beautiful.acronym, n.“I remember the first time you signed an email with SWAK. I didn't know what it meant. It sounded violent, like a slap connecting. … And the next time you wrote, ten minutes later, you explained.I loved the ridiculous image I got from that, of you leaning over your laptop, touching your lips gently to the screen, sealing your words to me before turning them into electricity. Now every time you SWAK me, the echo of that electricity remains.”
The clever framework of this book is its best attraction. From “aberrant” to “zenith” we followed each word, hanging on to every detail, wanting to know how it will end. Through alphabetic vignettes, we realize that not every love story needed be profound, just significant. It showed those bits and pieces of a relationship that mean the most; simple things that we can connect to.circuitous, adj.
“We do not divulge our histories chronologically.”
I like the concept of this book and David Levithan’s play with words. The non-boyish narration was so naked and true, so it wasn't just entertaining, it's believable. You might want to try it too.ineffable, adj.
“These words will ultimately end up being the barest of reflections, devoid of the sensations words cannot convey. Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.”
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux