I think the best time to write your thoughts about a book is when you’ve just finished reading it, when the characters voices are loud in your mind, the emotions still seeping from every pore. The good books for me are the ones which leave me teary eyed. Not necessarily because they’re tragic or even because they have a happily ever after, just because I am not yet ready to say goodbye to the characters yet. That is how I’m feeling right now, as I finished The Sun Is Also A Star by Nicola Yoon. I want to read more about Daniel and Natasha.
Natasha: I’m a girl who believes in science and facts. Not fate. Not destiny. Or dreams that will never come true. I’m definitely not the kind of girl who meets a cute boy on a crowded New York City street and falls in love with him. Not when my family is twelve hours away from being deported to Jamaica. Falling in love with him won’t be my story.
Daniel: I’ve always been the good son, the good student, living up to my parents’ high expectations. Never the poet. Or the dreamer. But when I see her, I forget about all that. Something about Natasha makes me think that fate has something much more extraordinary in store—for both of us.
The Universe: Every moment in our lives has brought us to this single moment. A million futures lie before us. Which one will come true?
Natasha wasn’t a character I related to, at the start, but as her story was revealed, I started liking her a little. Daniel, on the other hand, was a charmer as soon as he was introduced. Maybe that’s just because he is a poet too, and a daydreamer, so I relate to him.
There were numerous parts in the story which I highlighted in my kindle to note down in my journal. Some of those are:
The poetic heart is not to be trusted. It is fickle and will lead you astray.
All teenagers separate from their parents. To grow up is to grow apart.
“I’m starving”, I say. She rolls her eyes. “Starving, really? You have a penchant for exaggeration.” “It’s to offset your precision.”
We’re kindling amid lightning strikes. A lit match and dry wood. Fire Danger signs and a forest waiting to be burned.
“Practicality is overrated.”
Stars are more than just poetic. If you need to, you can navigate your way by them.
She comforts those flying home alone for funerals, sadness seeping from every pore.
There’s another book called “Everything Everything” by Nicola Yoon, which is another beautiful piece of work. Check that out if you haven’t already.
That’s from my journal when I’d just finished reading the book. I like how the sketch turned out to be.
I have my thoughts on this one written in my journal and I’ve written, “It’s strange how I’ve come to love a book whose very first sentence offended me: ‘I’ve read many more books than you.”
Thanks for reading, leave me your thoughts below!