The Myth of You and Me - Leah Stewart
So Sonia was not my only, or even my first, best friend. She was the last. It wasn't that I hadn't made friends since, just that I thought myself past the age of that particular kind of friendship. Adult friendship doesn't grant you an exclusive, isn't meant to be ranked above romance and family. I couldn't imagine ever living that moment again, when you say, with a shy and hopeful pride, "You're my best friend." The other person says it back and, there, you have chosen each other, out of everyone in the world. You have fallen in love and said so.
Now I drove for an hour or so before I caught myself letting the car wander into the next lane. I was still tipsy. In a motel room in Sturbridge, Massachusetts, I sat in the middle of the king-size bed and started to open the package. I had the yarn off and one flap pulled up when I stopped. I couldn't do it, even though I hated Oliver for giving me this errand, for being so difficult to live with in the beginning, for making me love him and then leaving me. I put the package back together.
I was alone, and it was better that way, because this time I had chosen it. One way or another everybody left, and so life presented two options: You could be the one who got back on the road, or you could be the one left behind.
I really enjoyed this book, even for the little time it took to read. It was easy to identify with because it involves friendships and the ups and downs of relationships surrounding it. An easy read.
I really liked the fact that I didn't have to think too much to enjoy it. I need more books like this so I can still read and not have to think; unlike what school textbooks call for.
Anyway, if you come across this book, pick it up, read the summary. Give it a try.