Daily Prompt: Second Time Around – The Pact by Jodi Picoult

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This is definitely one book I read over and over again. In a previous post, I mentioned that this is a must-have at my nightstand, and it is still there today. I love a good love story, but The Pact isn’t really a love story. I always thought love stories end on a happy note; that everyone lives happily ever after; that all couples overcome every problem; that they all, well, end up in love.

The Pact describes of a love so strong that even “the pact” the couple agreed to is frightening, and understandable at the same time. I think the reason I come back to this book time and again is because many can relate to the story. It isn’t just about love, but about perfection, and stress, and what one can do for a loved one.

There was nothing left to say.

He covered her body with his, and as she put her arms around him she could picture him in all his incarnations: age five, and still blond; age eleven, sprouting; age thirteen, with the hands of a man. The moon rolled, sloe–eyed in the night sky; and she breathed in the scent of his skin. “I love you,” she said.

He kissed her so gently she wondered if she had imagined it. She pulled back slightly, to look into his eyes.

And then there was a shot.

Current Read: Something Borrowed

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You all already know that one of my favorite authors is Emily Giffin. My current re-read is Something Borrowed. I’ve probably read this book twice, and watched the movie three times (starring Kate Hudson and Ginnifer Goodwin). If you haven’t already picked it up, do so. It’s a great read.

I realize thirty is just a number, that you’re only as old as you feel and all of that. I also realize that in the grand scheme of things, thirty is still young. But it’s not that young. It is past the most ripe, prime child-bearing years, for example. It is too old to, say, start training for an Olympic medal. Even in the best die-of-old-age scenario, you are still about one-third of the way to the finish line. So I can’t help feeling uneasy as I perch on an overstuffed maroon couch in a dark lounge on the Upper West Side at my surprise birthday party, organized by Darcy, who is still my best friend.

The book is about love and friendship, and how sometimes, you just gotta do what you want. I think many can relate.