My Review:For fans of Eleanor & Park and Emergency Contact comes a sweeping romance about the love that got away.
Eugene and Tatiana could have fallen in love, if things had gone differently. If they had tried to really know each other, if it had just been them, and not the others. But that was years ago and time has found them far apart, leading separate lives.
Until they meet again in Paris.
What really happened back then? And now? Could they ever be together again after everything?
Beyond meh. I'm not sure if the problem here was the translation or something more fundamental. This tried to hard to be poetry and ended up being hard to read prose. It barely skimmed the surface of read-able (as in, not really) and I'm not even sure that I would call its treatment of characters skin-deep. It need a lot of work, editing, background, plot development, character development . . . I would recommend skipping this one.
Eugene who, as an adolescent, had had a relationship with time that we might characterize as jaded, indifferent, passive, Bored, who, as a teenager, had never impatiently waited for anything-- seriously, nothing at all--- had become, as an adult, like everyone else. (You can give his phone the credit--or the blame-- for that particular development.) Like everyone else, he waited vaguely for the next thing, always the same: the next email, the next weather forecast, the next election, the next plane crash, the next death of a singer from the 1980s, the net terrorist attack, the next pay check,; an adult with a miniature attention span, like everyone else, refreshing, updating, nibbling at time like a ham baguette.