Books to the sky,
My pile of books is a mile high.
How I love them! How I need them!
I’ll have a long beard by the time I read them.” —Arnold Lobel (via bookshelves)
I finished reading it yesterday. Firstly, I enjoyed the narration. I loved how the narrator and his freinds described how they lived vicariously through the Lisbon daughters. A scene that especailly resonated with me was the one on which the narrator describes how the ordered the same travel catalogs and imagined themselves on holiday with the sisters.
Even though the events depicted in the book took place in the late 70s, I believe it is more relevant to our times. With technology improving communication, linking all of us instantly, one can’t help but notice how apart we really are. This technology is supposed to connect us but it just drives us apart. The narrator and his friends want this connection witht the Lisbon sisters. They want to know why they are the way they are. They are desperate for a connection. However, everyone else (all the adults especially) uses pop psychology to come up with reasons as to why these girls killed themselves. Today, we swallow everything the media tells us. We don’t question it. The narrator wants to fight it. He knows that you can’t describe they lives of these girls in 2 minute stories or Dateline specials.
There is something deeper there that we will never understand. We can study and research all we want but we will never know.
her reaction to her ex’s death