The Book of Tomorrow, Cecelia Ahern.

I just finished Cecelia Ahern's The Book of Tomorrow. Wow. Now that was a tearfest right there. Had me sobbing into my tissue. Literally. Sobbing. I was crying so much I couldn't breathe and had to blow my nose before continuing with the crying. It went that way for about two to three cycles. Now that is a sad story.

Maybe it is because the main character is closer to my age that it is easier to identify with her. Or maybe it's the sheer descriptiveness of her writing, descriptive of Tamara's incredibly bleak and hopeless looking situation, her intense sorrow and a sense of desperation privy only to the trapped and those with seemingly nowhere else to go. It was heart-rending really.

I mean, it's just so sad to see a spoiled brat who was so used to getting everything she wanted and needed and who did not need to care about anything or anyone in her life, be faced with such a crushing turn of events. The regret, the despair, the sense of being lost, the realization, the sorrow and the wish that she had done things differently all in relation to her family was just heart breaking it was. I would say the reader has no choice but to feel for her.

The book displays before us an array of "moral lessons". Take the time to look around, see all the good that you have and try to appreciate it more. Especially the people around you. It's no use regretting it after they're gone or things've changed. Changing is seeing the world with new eyes. And seeing the people you once knew with new eyes.

Tamara did not see how much her father had loved her before his death and she being a spoilt brat, breezed through life aware and unaware of the fact at the same time. When he finally committed suicide one day and left her life in a downward spiral, in hindsight only did she see the things that she was once so blind to. However, that is the way things are sometimes. It is incredibly hard to see something when you're too close to the project. A step back, allowing for more detachment and objectivity is required sometimes for some realizations to set in. Is that the way things're meant to be perhaps?

The description is vivid, the words precise, and the story... Interesting. I must say there was quite a bit of intrigue in it which developed itself into a full blown mystery by the end of the story. I am actually less moved by the whole plotline than the immediate story concerning Tamara herself and her personal experiences and emotions. That was the one that hit the jackpot and opened up floods of tears. Now that is what I call a tearjerker. A good book, I would assure any prospective readers.