Fear. Sadness. Loneliness. Regret.
But also happiness, because it’s been a good life. He thought he was ready, but as darkness descends, he’s not so sure. Maybe he could help more people. Maybe a miracle will happen. Maybe …
I started reading this book and I didn’t know where to classify it so I left it hanging. Part poetry, part prose, the book is a countdown to the end of days, following one girl and one guy. It sounds good in theory, but the writing is abysmal and the plot non-existent.
I really struggled to finish it and it didn’t help that the poetry sections were just sentences written in a detached manner which were probably meant to copy Rumi Kaur – Milk and Honey Poetry but failed.
That’s when Emerson
living on the streets
one sad, sad song
From the author of THE BRIDGE FROM ME TO YOU, a groundbreaking novel about what matters most — when time is running out. What do you do with your last day on earth? There are 27 hours and fifteen minutes left until an asteroid strikes North America, and, for Emerson and everyone else who didn’t leave, the world will end. But Emerson’s world already ended when she ran away from home last year. Since then she has lived on the streets, relying on her wits and her friend Vince to help her find places to sleep and food to eat. The city’s quieter now that most people are gone, and no one seems to know what to do as the end approaches. But then Emerson and Vince meet Carl, who tells them that he has been granting people’s wishes. He gave his car away so a woman could take her son to see the ocean for the first time, and he gives Emerson and Vince all the money he has in his wallet. Suddenly this last day seems full of possibility. Emerson and Vince can grant a lot of wishes in 27 hours — maybe even their own.
“THE FIRST thing to examine,” Burt says, “is the state of the economy at the time we got word of the asteroid.”
“I had the exact same thought,” Tom says. “Unemployment rates had been going up for months. Businesses were shutting their doors right and left. Then, the stock market crashed and it was unlike anything we’ve seen since the Great Depression. It was twenty-four hours of absolute chaos. The economy was in a tailspin.”
“Shortly thereafter,” Burt says, “the announcement of the impending disaster hit the airwaves. Highly suspect, don’t you agree?”
It’s bad enough that the book has little to no plot for it, but to make it about a government conspiracy… that’s a whole new level of “Don’t Look Up“. The melodrama intensifies as people reunite with their loved ones and all bad is forgotten and the world is ready to either blow up in a nihilistic boom or go back to the roots. Nothing bad happens and the world moves on. The hysteria is finished (much like the 2000 end of the world is coming jumble, and the 2001, and the 2012 and the 2020)
Carousels still go around.
Second chances are real.
Wishes really do come true.
And new ones
I wish this book wasn’t this long. To be honest, this was an absolute waste of time and I couldn’t wait to get it done.