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Mathieu Lopato mathieulopato — "The rocks are broken into sand, and each grain… eventually… is broken down further. And as each grief crashes into us, we are broken too. We are rendered down and broken apart. Maybe some scientist could determine our ages by the size and number of pieces into which we’ve been broken? Maybe she could look at our pieces and measure the weight in impact of every grief and joy and agony. Maybe." This book came very highly recommended to me by several of my pals on Goodreads. It took me a while to get my hands on a copy; it seemed that every bookstore I ventured into was out of stock. And now I see why. "Jessica Z." is a story that grips you from the very first page. I read the entire book in less than 24 hours. It was completely different than I expected it to be. There is quite a variation of flavors in this novel: love, suspicion, betrayal, paranoia, understanding, secrets, comfort and realization (to name a few). The story is very modern and unassuming - the reader is taken through various stages of each of Jessica's relationships and comes to care about every single character in the tale; even the seemingly insignificant ones. I am not one to summarize the story in my reviews, for fear of revealing too much and ruining the experience of the book for a would-be reader. Because of this, it is hard to write a conclusive review on "Jessica Z." There is so much going on here! Read it - you will not be disappointed. What I took from this book was a gentle reminder of the fact that life, while impermanent, is definitely what you make of it. Silly every day things that may seem mundane at times can actually be missed when they are gone. There is something to be said about the contentment of daily life; while every thing you do may not seem to be making you supremely happy, the little things pile up into something much more. There is a wholeness achieved by daily living, by the things we take for granted. Morning coffee, taking the long way home because we feel like it, a piece of chocolate after dinner... these tiny things that make us feel oh so good. Something big doesn't have to happen to us every day in order to feel content. What happened to being happy because we choose to be happy? People are too wrapped up in competition with each other: bigger houses, nicer cars... and for what? Competition is toxic. I have never really understood it and have never been a competitive person. I worry about myself and loved ones. I do what I need to do in order to make myself happy. And I do it every day, even if I need to remind myself at times.

Guan Ying a5734481735921 — meh. skimmed it and tossed it aside.