Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“What is a game?” Marx said. “It's tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. It's the possibility of infinite rebirth, infinite redemption. The idea that if you keep playing, you could win. No loss is permanent, because nothing is permanent, ever.”

This book was...good? yes; kind of grand and sweeping? also yes; a wild portrait of a friendship as it weathers time and art and creation? hell yeah. Did I like it? Holistically speaking, I think so. It took just a little bit to get to where it was going, but once it kinda got there, it got really interesting. I think there were some very cool elements at play here. But, I wouldn't say it “changed my life” as some people in the comments claimed it did for them. And I wouldn't say that's a total disservice: not every book has to do that, it just colored a lot of my expectations going in, so I couldn't help but feel slightly let down at times.

I just have to say, what a concept this book is; a sort subversion of what can happen when a “boy” meets a “girl,” what can come of a relationship, a partnership, how life's trauma can warp said relationship, and, really, one's understanding of what it means to love someone as well.

Smart writing, yet surprisingly simple. Admittedly, made me fall back in love with hardcover. I liked it, that's it. But it's moments like these that really made me wish Goodreads had an option for half-star ratings...