Dhea Detara

I wanted to lie and told the world I wasn't feeling a bit disappointed by this book. Maybe I've placed so high of expectation that I wasn't ready to accept how empty it has made me feel. The good thing was it was very philosophical. It made you question life and realized how insignificant your knowledge and how foolish you have been your entire life. Reading it as a single volume may not be as problematic, it could've been incredible actually. Find Me was romantic, sexy, passionate and thoughtful. But carrying an abundance of expectations and references from it's predecessor only to find yourself being told unnecessary unrelated facts was a torture. The last chapter appeared to be disastrous. Aciman decided to skip a particular moment, the one thing I'd kill for. As I read the beginning of the last chapter all the way to the ending, I wasn't impressed, was barely moved. And so as I finished the entire book I was in great despair for forcing myself to cry, to be moved, to be happy at least. Maybe I was too focused to try to feel something that it made me fail to really feel anything. I want to love this book so much. I really do. But it's a torture to love something out of disappointment.