You know how things are drawn in straight lines like it's meant to be, but when there's actually gaps in between what make things look crazy and out of place, it's what life is like.
Gaps that require patience, knowledge, understanding, forgiving, hate or love even. Maybe more.
But maybe these gaps can be filled by the mysterious diary from the travelling library that came from town.
Knowing things of tomorrow, changing things. But maybe, just maybe, that somethings are meant to be. Unchanged.
Unlike any other of Cecilia's books, it's less of a chit lit but more on pages that are waiting to be told and ready to be find out. Like a puzzle.
A blank board where pieces goes into place to get the real idea of the whole picture only after you put them right where they belong. In this case, it's reading to the last page of it.
You may think it's predictable like other books where there's 'happily ever after' or 'tragically ended', but it's not.
It's more like finding a new piece of information.
Like how she had written knowingly that minds are like buds just waiting to be nourished and grow, people who are open to all possibility.
Where as there's buds that are so wonderful but didn't have the tendency to bloom because the bits of pieces of information is what makes them who they are. Close minded and a know-it-all.
After Tamara Goodwin lost the flourished life in Dublin and being dragged literally into a small town where your neighbour is a few miles away from you.
Taking a city girl who have everything and gets everything she want in an instant, didn't think tomorrow is any more important. That life happens now.
That is, until the travelling library with the handsome librarian, Marcus arrive at the doorstep and offered adventures.
And in that place itself, she found her tomorrows. A thick leathered book with gold embroidery at the edge, locked with no keys.
But when all the secrets are out once the lock is mended, life doesn't seem at it is anymore to Tamara.
That she looked forward to tomorrow and questionable journeys and little spice of Sherlock Holmes to new discoveries that no one, not even the reader (of course unless you read it from the back) would find out.
Still, it's Cecilia Ahern. Times think she write modern fairy tales that sweeps every girl off her feet with. Not the one where the handsome prince coming to the poor girl's rescue and lived happily ever after. But where the bits and pieces of the real life of love and possibilities that could or will happen.
Agree with me that girls are suckers for books like that.
When I say fairy tale, she'd make sure Tamara have a good looking friend, Wesely.
Still searching the true meaning of love, and understand possibly in the future how love make people do crazy things.
But the focus of love was not on her, but on the characters in the story. She may have butterflies and silly smiles when Wesely or Marcus happen to come, but she's not the main.
She's the one who tells the story about the other characters and how she discovered the history of these people.
But can never question the love for her parents.
And, as I had said earlier, you must read till the end of the book to find out.
It is well, the book of tomorrow. If you don't go to tomorrow, you can't really find out what happen tomorrow, right? Make sense?
It's a less thicker book compare to Cecilia's other books but the content is never less short.
Reminiscence, thoughts, meanings and of course love; all filled in.
It didn't make me squeal like a little girl about romantic moments but it did make my heart squeeze a little and tear occasionally.
Life sucks but it never did promise to be good. So the up and downs is what makes a person he/she is.
Whether your mind is filled with colourful flowers of every kind or closed shy buds afraid of opening of to the world.
Tomorrow will always be better than today but if that doesn't happen, look forward to another tomorrow.
You'll never know when you'll lose your tomorrow. So make every tomorrow counts.
The diary always says I'll write again tomorrow
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