You keep getting up in the morning and knowing this will continue maybe ten thousand more mornings.
He sat there for a moment, shaking his head. Like you're out in the ocean and the undertow catches you and you start yelling for help, but then you look around, and all around you in the water for as far as you can see, there's all these other people flailing too. Instead of just dealing with your own heart getting ripped into pieces, wherever you looked you knew there were other people dealing with the same thing. And it wasn't only us, but everyone else you'd see, wandering around like they'd landed on a whole different planet.
When it started, he said, I thought nothing could be worse than those first days. He was still talking, but she wasn't even sure if it was to her. Maynard's stilted style is slightly unconventional and can be jarring at first. The characters come across as real sometimes frustrating, always likable. It is written with an understated grace and clarity. The usual rules just don't apply anymore. THE USUAL RULES is a tearjerker without being saccharine. Nobody's around to tell you how it's supposed to work.
You keep on breathing, whether you want to or not. You still have to get up in the morning and pour the cereal in the bowls. “You just want to give up, he said when he was able to speak.
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