Goodreads: ‘Jasmine know two things: one, she loves her vulnerable sister unconditionally, and will fight to the death to protect her from anyone who upsets her. Two, she’s only ever been good at one thing – her job helping business start-ups.So when she’s sacked and put on gardening leave, Jasmine realises that she has nothing else to fill her life. Insomnia keeps her staring out of her bedroom window, and she finds herself watching the antics of her neighbour, shock jock Matt, with more than a casual eye. Matt is also taking a forced leave of absence from work, after one of his controversial chat shows went too far…’
Running for the book that I regret reading the most… I don’t know why but I’ve read other Cecilia Ahern books before and as far as I can remember, I enjoyed them and if not, it’s not as worse as this one is.
Let me tell you offhand that there’s 28 chapters in the book. I was already at Chapter 22 and to be honest – I had to consistently remind myself that I need to finish what I started but this is too disappointing. I’m already at the last pages of the book and I kept waiting for something that will pique my interest or make me fall in love with the story, the characters but N-O-T-H-I-N-G!!!!
But to give her credit, something in the last chapter was worth highlighting:
‘I lost something that I thought defined me and I felt like a shell of a person. Instead of trying to get it back, I had to figure out why I couldn’t be whole all by myself. The world is fascinated by instant transformations, human makeovers or magics. My shift wasn’t instant and often the slow pace of change can be painful, lonely and confusing but without us realizing it happening, it happens. We look back and think, ‘Who was that person? when during it all, we think, ‘Who am I becoming?’. And at what point was it that we crossed over that line. But it is thanks to that slowness that we remember the journey, we reserve the sense of where we were, where we are going and why. Destination completely unknown, we can value the crossing.’
The transformation from chrysalis can take weeks, months or even years. We are constantly evolving. I feared stopping and it is ironic that it was only when I finally stopped that I moved the most. I know now that we never truly stop, our journey is never complete, because we will continue to flourish – just as when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.