Where Rainbows End
This kind of novel is not what I usually tend to go for. I generally lean towards super fictional, super unrealistic and super impossible story lines that most likely include supernatural stuff. I came across a trailer for a movie called Love, Rosie. Naturally, I researched it and found out it was a book adaptation by the same author who brought us the tearjerker, P.S, I love You.
Where Rainbows End by Cecelia Ahern is a special kind of novel in the sense that the format is unlike anything I have ever read before. Instead of having your usual setting and character descriptions, Ahern composed this novel purely in the form of exchanges. What I mean by this is that she uses the format of emails, actual paper letters, cards and instant messaging to depict her characters’ relationships with one another and to describe their different stages in life. Simply put, this was a nice change of pace as I devoured this book in no time.
It is a coming of age novel that follows Rosie and Alex, two lifelong best friends. We meet them when they can barely write, let alone, compose sentences and we are offered a glimpse into their lives as they grow up; which is nothing short of a bumpy roller coaster ride. This begs the age-old question, can men and women really be just friends?
What is really awesome about this novel is that there is a sense of spying. Scandalous, right? A sense of seeing things we aren’t suppose to see; like we are invading their private lives. This book is full of ups and downs and twists and turns and you root for them to be able to finally find a sense of quiet but life just doesn’t work that way. For anyone. Ever. And so, you sit back and watch it all play out in front of you.
With the fates who refuse to stop meddling, are Rosie and Alex destined to be soul mates or are they meant to remain just best friends? Give it a read and find out.
Rosie: Katie is going to want to stay. Last month, I thought I was living in paradise. Life changed in an instant.
Ruby: Well, that’s the problem with paradise. Nothing attracts a serpent quite like it.