My first read-twice book. A love letter to humanity.
This is the first time I've read this was 2 years ago, directly after reading Matt Haig's 'How to stay alive', and as such, it was easy to see the relationship between The Humans and Haig's own personal experiences.
On second reading I really enjoyed the characters perspective and fresh eyes on the world.
After my own personal tragedy, I remember walking through the woods and seeing the beauty of the late summer light shining through the plant life, as if seeing the beauty of everything that surrounds us.
Haig's writing and this story in particular, reminds me of this feeling. Seeing the wonder and amazing around us all the time.
The impossibly unique circumstances that bring us together, and for those lucky ones, share the love with others.
I could describe the story in this review, but instead I'd recommend reading this book and simply falling in love with all the wonder around you.
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Emily Dickinson), said this: 'I dwell in possibility.' So let us humour ourselves and do the same. Let us open our minds entirely, for what you are about to read will need every prejudice you may have to stand aside in the name of understanding.
But this was England, a part of Earth where thinking about the weather was the chief human activity.
So, we must conclude that madness is sometimes a question of time, and sometimes of postcode.
he belonged to a special sub-category of human called a 'teenager', the chief characteristics of which were a weakened resistance to gravity, a vocabulary of grunts, a lack of spatial awareness, copious amounts of masturbation, and an unending appetite for cereal.
'The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.'
You can see that for her being a parent is standing on a shore and watching her child in a vulnerable craft, heading out over deeper and deeper water, hoping but not knowing there will be land somewhere ahead.
when you know it is possible for you to feel pain you have no control over. You become vulnerable. Because the possibility of pain is where love stems from.
Talk about the compression of time through memory.
And I knew the point of love right then. The point of love was to help you survive.
The 'pub' was an invention of humans living in England, designed as compensation for the fact that they were humans living in England.
Happiness is not out here. It is in there.