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  79. The Memory Maker: They say you never forget your first love. Until the unthinkable happens. The killer has bigger plans, and only these seven have the unique qualifications to track and stop him.
  81. When unfortunate events happen, Holly has to survive one of the hardest things in life: losing someone. And that's when the words dawned on me. The ending was the most anti-climatic ending I've read in a while.
  83. Join Kobo & start eReading today - Overall, I probably wouldn't recommend this book to many people and most likely won't even see the movie because of it - and who would cast Hilary Swank for Holly's character in the first place??
  85. A wonderfully warm and heartfelt debut from a stunning new talent. Everyone needs a guardian angel! Some people wait their whole lives to find their soul mates. But not Holly and Gerry. Childhood sweethearts, they could finish each other's sentences and even when they fought, they laughed. No one could imagine Holly and Gerry without each other. Until the unthinkable happens. Gerry's death devastates Holly. But as her 30th birthday looms, Gerry comes back to her. He's left her a bundle of notes, one for each of the months after his death, gently guiding Holly into her new life without him, each note signed 'PS, I Love You'. As the notes are gradually opened, and as the year unfolds, Holly is both cheered up and challenged. The man who knows her better than anyone sets out to teach her that life goes on. With some help from her friends, and her noisy and loving family, Holly finds herself laughing, crying, singing, dancing--and being braver than ever before. Life is for living, she realises--but it always helps if there's an angel watching over you. I made the mistake of seeing the movie before reading the book, thinking that the book is always better than the movie. And the movie changed so much of the book that it made it difficult to settle into the book as an independent, standalone work. I have mixed feelings about both the book and the movie which is irrelevant, except that it influenced my experience of the book. I'm impressed that Cecilia Ahern was able to imagine the scenario, flush it out, and write an okay novel about it at only 21 years old. And as a nice, sweet novel, it worked... But hey--people read to escape, to vicariously experience a fantasy world. The sad part is that our culture is horrible at understanding grief, and stories like this--although sweet and pretty--only serve to reinforce false assumptions about what grief and widowhood are like for those who've never experienced it themselves. If only life, widowhood, and grief were as neat and tidy as Cecilia Ahern imagined.... So badly written that it detracted from the touching and interesting premise. I read this solely because I saw that a film was being made of it with Gerard Butler of 300 fame and wanted to have read the film prior to seeing the film which I am bound to do because it has Gerard Butler of 300 fame in it. The book is written by the daughter of the Irish Prime Minister which is the most interesting thing I can think to say about it. I like myself some chick-lit-lite but this is ridiculous. The writing was obvious, unsubtle, clichéd and dull. I did not connect with the characters and felt no emotional connection whatsoever with the story or the protagonist. I did not care what happened in the end. Having said this, I can see why this will be made into a film. The premise is actually not that bad: Widow receives a letter from her dead husband which he wrote before he died along with 11 other instalments to be read monthly to help her bereavement. It actually sounds really naff now I write it… But I honestly think the film will be far superior to the book. I hope so anyway. This does really annoy me though. You just have to have a good idea. Seems a bit unfair to me. I was really expecting a lot more from this book, being that it has been made into a movie but I was fairly disappointed. I understand that Ahern is a young writer but she really does have a LOT of work to do with her writing skills. I suppose that I'm drawn to strong, proactive, and independent main characters and I spent a lot of time feeling like Holly was whining throughout the whole book. I know that may sound harsh considering she is dealing with the loss of her husband, and while I can't relate to dealing with something like that, I had a difficult time sympathizing with her. The ending was the most anti-climatic ending I've read in a while. Overall, I probably wouldn't recommend this book to many people and most likely won't even see the movie because of it - and who would cast Hilary Swank for Holly's character in the first place?? It may be the last time you see them. That day, I was talking on the phone with Dad. It was just a casual conversation. Dad was planning to come to Bandung at weekend so he asked me did I want him to bring something for me and such. Things were usual until when we were gonna ended our conversation. Usually at the end of our phone call, I'd like to say : Love you, Dad. That time, I didn't know why but I hesitated to say it. Two hours after that, my mom called to inform that Dad got a very bad headache and they were on the way to hospital. Turns out it was a first symptom of stroke. When I came to Jakarta, he was in comatose state and he never woke up again. To this day, I still regret for not saying the i-love-you words at our last conversation. And that's when the words dawned on me. I promise myself that whenever I part with someone I love, I'll leave them with loving words. Usually I try to keep that promise. But sometimes I forget and parted after the heated argument with my loved ones. The second incident happened around January 2009. At that time, I had someone that I consider as my significant-other. We've been together since the 1st grade at Elementary School. Unlike many other stories about childhood sweetheart, we started as a couple turn to best friend while still considered ourselves a s couple, then being a true best friend, and finally a true couple kok ribet yaa. We too could read other's mind. I know him more than I know myself and vice versa. That's what 20-years-of-relationship did to us. We were also a cool couple. Cool in terms of : we rarely argue because of jealousy. And after looking for some seconds just seconds. Longer than that then he's in a deep shit. Things also happened the other way around. How cool are we? We're one of those couples that have thing you called as a comfortable silence. We could sit together for hours, saying nothing and just enjoying each other's companion. We've found home in each other's presence. For me, he's not just a boyfriend. He was also my bestfriend, my dream keeper, my most loyal supporter, my soulmate, or to sum it in one word: my significant-other. But it's all ended in one night. That night, we had a plan to hang out with our friends at our usuall place. He was supposed to pick Widya up our friend whose house located between mine and his , before pick me up then heads to our meeting place. Because of overslept, he was late picking Widya up. Back then, I was a very very very punctual person. I could be really mad just because one minte late from the schedule. So at that time, though I know it was really irritating, I kept calling him just to ask him where he was and asked him to drive faster. I knew he was annoyed with my constant calls mainly cause I called him while he was driving. But I was selfish that time and I didn't care, so I just kept calling. Usually we just call each other with our name real name, I mean. Or using missy-boy in a casual argument. And lady-sir if we wanted to tease each other. But he had this habit to call me with petnames when he was mad at me. He'd call me cutie pie, honeydew, love, well you know... I know that's cheesy The sweeter he called me means the more annoyed he was. Usually when I know he's on the 5th scale and up, I'm gonna back off and calm him down. But that night, I was really pissed too. Kata dia tunggu bentar. So actually that time I knew that he was really really mad with me. But still, I didn't wanna do it that night. Tar gw telpon kalo Wiwid udah siap jalan. She told me about an accident that involved him and now they were on their way to hospital. When I got to hospital, he was already unconscious. He never wakes up again. It's been almost 4 years since that. There are many things that I've learned and could accept with now. I have learned that being punctual is good, but being a very very very punctual person is a pain in the ass. I could deal with the pain of losing him and have the dreamless sleep now. I don't ask the universe anymore why 20 years long of relationship had to ended so abruptly like that. I just accept it as the-way-it-should-be. I could forgive the destiny for taking away someone who has a very bright future ahead in such a young age. I believe that this is the best for him and for everyone around him Actually I still can't see why, but I just wanna believe that coz God always makes the best plan for His people. I still regret my last words to him. I still can't truly forgive myself for ended our conversation after a heated argument like that. At least with my Dad, things were good between us. And for me, this fact still hard to deal with. I'm not saying that Holly's situation is easier or better than mine. There's no use in making comparison here. She lost her man gradually and I lost him so abruptly, blah.... I envy him cause she has times to bide her loved ones a proper goodbye. I also envy her because even 1 year after he left, she still got his letters that showing her how much he loves her. I know it's lame, but sometimes back in the past when I sort his things off, I wished that I got his letters or even note or anything that I could consider as his-goodbye yeah... I know I've watched too many lame movies. Or at least a note which tells me that he knows though I was pissed at him on our last conversation but I still love him. Because Holly made sure that Gerry knew she loves him when he left this world. The one thing that I didn't do. Hey you, up there I hope you could read this. But finding a true soul mate is an even better feeling. A soul mate is someone who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there for you forever, no matter what. They say that nothing lasts forever, but I am a firm believer in the fact that for some, love lives on even after we're gone. Unrealistic actually about that moving on things the just-1-year-time-span which made it kinda unrealistic , but still it's a good read. Through Holly's journey and Gerry's letter, I got some lessons about healing. On the other hand, she was a women with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, Holly would obey Gerry's final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led. In the meantime, she would just live. I could also proudly said that once in my life I knew what true love was. And I also knew that whatever lay ahead, I'd open my heart and follow where it led. But for now, while waiting that to happen, I'll just live. Thank you Ahern, for made me realize that a happy ending has many kind of shades. A Chama Que Nunca Se Apaga Os alvos do Amor são efémeros, mas o Sentimento neles gerado dura e perdura como Chama que Nunca se Apaga. E há todo um Mundo de Possibilidades onde se reinventar. Ao Abraçar a Vida rumando em Frente, veremos os Impossíveis de Hoje tornarem-se os Possíveis de Amanhã. Nada supera a sensação de Renascer das Cinzas! É a Vitória da Vida sobre a Morte Potencial que sucumbe. Um Momento de Ressurreição. E não conheço nada na Vida que se lhe equipare!
  86. Thank you Ahern, for made me realize that a happy ending has many kind of shades. I Between You by Cecelia Ahern A wonderfully warm and heartfelt debut from a stunning new talent. This page contains the standard text of the standard disclaimer and at least the standard text about cookies. We too could read other's mind. For example, the PDF format can be met Mozilla Firefox browser without any additions. Or using missy-boy in a casual argument. Strangelove's narrative accuracy, consulting recently declassified Cold War nuclear-policy documents alongside interviews with Kubrick's collaborators. This site is like a library, Use search box in the widget to get ebook that you file.