Hello and happy Wednesday. Even though I diligently wrote notes on The Last Time We Say Goodbye by Cynthia Hand, I feel like I don’t have the words to describe it in a single sentence that will attract people to read this review. I just don’t feel it’s that kind of book, you know? I certainly don’t think it’s meant for entertainment purposes, and it’s also not for everybody, but if you do read it, it’s going to impact you in ways you probably weren’t expecting. I read this book from March 16th to March 25th, 2019.
Before you even consider reading this book, keep in mind that it revolves around the suicide of the main character’s brother, which is, again, why I say this book is not for everybody. And even if suicide is not a triggering topic for you, I would make sure to be emotionally ready, in the sense that I think to endure this book one has to be strong enough. I know this would have completely destroyed me a few months ago because I could relate to the main character and the way she was dealing with trauma, even though I have never undergone a situation as painful as what she was experiencing.
We follow the main character who, after her brother commits suicide, starts going to therapy, and her therapist suggests that she writes a journal/diary. We get to read excerpts from said journal, which I think added a lot to the story because it would let us see another aspect of both the main character and her brother. My younger sister is my baby, so the bits where the relationship between the two siblings is described really got to me.
You have to understand what the main character is going through because she reacts to her trauma by coming off as dry, and definitely not “likable.” If you don’t enjoy novels like this one or flawed characters, then I suggest you pick up something else because I don’t think you’ll get the point of this book. You’ll also end up drained, and that’s something you must anticipate when thinking about picking this book up.
I cry a lot for many different reasons, and though there were several parts that made me tear up, I only straight up bawled once, at the very end. For me, the story should have ended about halfway through the actual book, you know? I think there were some bits that just dragged, and some events that were included for dramatic effect but that to me only made the story lose its main focus. I was going to give this book three stars, but as I said, the ending was the redeeming quality, and it was honestly what made me give it four stars.
Do you know of any other book that in your opinion deals with mental illness in an accurate, respectful way? Let me know in the comments below.
Love, Miss Camila