Marc Levy's novel. I can't read it. I can't. I... -faint-
No, you got it wrong. It's a good story. I can't read it because... because... It makes me want to scream "you don't do that in real life!"
Summary: two single fathers live under one single roof.
There. I can't stand it. It's too sweet. I understand them because I want to live with my same-sex friend in order to support her. However, I would never be able to actually come up with the courage to do it. I would think about all sort of things and then decide to stay afar. But they are doing exactly what I, and many other modern-day people, are afraid of. To love a friend without thinking about what others will think of us. I don't know why, but romantic friendship sounds like a taboo nowadays. I told a friend once that my favorite kind of friendship is romantic friendship, but she said "Nah, that's too much like friends with benefit."
So I replied, "No, it's actually a non-sexual friendship. We just openly express our love by always being together, hugging, cuddling, telling each other how much we love each other."
"That's like best friends, isn't it?"
"A bit more, I guess."
I'm glad that monsieur Levy did it justice.
P.S.: Wah, that was so subjective. I'll post a more objective comment when I can.
