I love Rainbow Rowell. I love her characters and their stories; I love how achingly real their desires and wishes and dreams are; and I love how easy it is to slip into the brief glimpses of their (admittedly fictional) lives that Ms. Rowell dictates out to us in charming fashion.
And Landline was no exception.
While Fangirl will, without doubt, remain my favourite novel by Ms. Rowell, I think that Landline will slide in beside her short story within My True Love Gave to Me. Because her characters in this novel are flawed, delightfully — they do, say, and think things that make me want to tear my hair out and knock some sense into them. They behave like human beings. They make mistakes and mess up.
No, life doesn’t always end up the way it does in this novel — and, no, I have no personal insight into the world of marriage, which I suppose could mean I’m not the audience for this novel. But I am the audience for a story about people; about human mistakes; and about love, in all its complicated glory.
This book made me feel — I smiled, I frowned, I got concerned. And I loved. Now that is a book well done 🙂