Okay, before I begin, I'll just share some quotes from that book.
Bono met his wife in high school, Park says.
So did Jerry Lee Lewis, Eleanor answers.
I’m not kidding, he says.
You should be, she says, we’re 16.
What about Romeo and Juliet?
Shallow, confused, then dead.
I love you, Park says.
Wherefore art thou, Eleanor answers.
I’m not kidding, he says.
You should be.
'Oh, yeah,' he said. 'You know me.'
I don't, she thought to herself, not really.
'I just can't believe that life would give us each other,' he said, 'and then take it back.'
'I can,' she said. 'Life's a bastard.'
There's no such thing as handsome princes, she told herself.
There's no such thing as happily ever after.
...
'Sit down,' he said. It came out angrily. The girl turned to him, like she couldn't tell whether he was another jerk or what. 'Jesus-fuck,' Park said softly, nodding to the space next to him, 'just sit down.'
The girl sat down.
Every morning, they were sitting next to each other since then, but never talked to each other. Never. Until finally, Park caught Eleanor reading the comic book that he was read. The next morning and after school, she always did it. Sneaking at his comic, 'till he feels like he should to turn the page slowly.
Dan akhirnya, Park bawain buku-buku comicnya, and he putted it on Eleanor's seat. You can borrow it, he said. Thanks, she said. The next morning, she returned 'em to him, and he already brought the new packs of the book. And it always go on and on and on. Without saying a word. Again.
'Do you like The Smith?' Park asked as he looked at the list of The Smith songs on her book. 'I don't,' she replied. 'Then why you wrote their songs on your book? So that people think that you love them?' 'Short of. I've never even heard any of their song.'
By the night, Park made a tape of The Smith songs for her. He didn't know why he did it, but he did it anyway. The next morning, as always, he putted the books on Eleanor's seat. But with the tape.
'I can't take it. I don't have the player to hear it,' Eleanor said.
So then, he shared his earphone and let her to hear those songs from his ipod. And then love, start to bloom since then.
It was all fun and game, you know. Like a fairy tale. Like in a movie. They went together, and blah-blah-blah, as you can imagine, BUT THEN.
But then the ending, crashed the beautiful story to... I don't know, alas. but I hate the way it ends!
I mean, along those ending that can possibly occur, why do it have to end that way?!
Yak, si Eleanor ceritanya kan tinggal sama ayah tirinya yang galak. Sampai akhirnya dia kabur dari rumah. Anyway, rumah dia sama Park itu satu kompleks. Dia ketemu Park. Dibantulah dia kabur dari situ. Mau ke rumah pamannya, katanya. Posisi mereka di Omaha. Pamannya ada di Minnesota. He drove her to his uncle's house. Dimana malem itu mereka udah senang-senang di taman, and it was actually their first real-date, di malam itu juga, pas Eleanor pulang ke rumah, her step-dad and her mom were fighting, sampai akhirnya Eleanor harus pergi, dan akhirnya dia kabur gitu...
Sampai di Minnesota, everything was fine. She remembered his phone number. Of course, Park knows her uncle's address because he drove her there. And this is how I hate the ending.
She remembered Park's number, but she never called him ever since she was at her uncle's house. Park sent her gifts. Letters. Everything. She left the letters unopened, unread. Never replied it.
Seriously tough, what the fu--, Eleanor?! GIRLS!
Been months. He kept sending her those things. Until he stopped himself. And then he went to the prom-school, and kissed this one girl, named Cat. (Whhhyy?!)
Eleanor feels like it is not good for them if he keep sending her those things, but she found it worst when he gave her totally nothing. Until finally, the next day after prom, as Park woke up from his sleep, he got a postcard. And that was from Eleanor. The End.
Now tell me, why should I love the ending? It just frustrating, you know. It happened too fast. The life changing things. It just.. Too. Freaking. Fast. :"
But oh-well. Oh well.
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