Let me start by saying, this is birthday season in my family, which would explain the metaphor I’m going to use for this book.
Forget Tomorrow is like a lovely, rich chocolate cake that is drowning in an awful, paraffin infused, sticky sweet frosting. The storyline is intriguing and the world view is tantalizing in its hinted at origins! This is the cake, the bit that deserved more attention, time and care. I wish it hadn’t collapsed under the weight of the sticky sweet romance that continually lumbered in trying to make the product look pretty and palatable while all the time ruining the best parts.
Dealing with time and time travel is challenging for the best writers, but when our protagonist is being sidetracked by water glistening in the hair of her love interest, it becomes difficult for readers to A) follow the adventure and B) care about the characters or even see them in more than two dimensions. I am hopeful that this author will continue to write and grow.
Normally, if I don’t care for a book, I won’t finish it, nor will I blog about it. However, this book, for all the issues I have with it, did offer enough good ideas that I wanted to include it in my blog and would recommend it to teens who enjoy romance with a little sci-fi thrown in. With the caveat that I don’t personally promote people as possessions in romance and this book does,
Our protagonist awakes to find herself curled up with her male rescuer…”And his arm-it holds me close, traps me possessively, like I belong to him and him alone.” (p.142)
There are some gems worth digging for,
“The voice is young, so she must’ve been a newbie herself not too long ago. But her tone is heavy, weighed with the kind of complexity you get only with experience.” (p. 77)
“I think suddenly of the tree that grows in the middle of our school lobby. Students cover the bark with their initials and drawings-the only place in school where graffiti is tolerated. The only place it’s even possible. Everything else is metal and plastic.
Living things, it seems, are easier to disfigure.” (p.84)
*My son’s feeling was that he would’ve preferred to know more about the character who cut her arm to keep track of time and followed her story than the chosen protagonist.