“Then why be afraid?” he asks. “I think probably nothing happens. And if it’s better than nothing, that’s okay too.”
“What if it’s worse than nothing?”
“There’s nothing worse than nothing. But if it’s nothing, I won’t know it because I will be nothing.”
— Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend, by Matthew Dicks
It’s been a while since I sat down and finished an entire book in one day. Or rather: it’s been a while since a book was so wonderfully absorbing that I couldn’t help but spend the whole day trying to finish it. Usually my self-control kicks in after I tear through the first half of the book, because I can never bear to finish a good book and acknowledge its ending.
Which is pretty ironic because what I loved most about Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend was the way it dealt with the ideas of loss and death, and the (sometimes) selfishness of the living. The fear of not knowing what happens after you cease to exist; the fear that arises from the possible insignificance of your existence. Maybe it’s because these thoughts have been floating about in my brain for quite a while, but there were many, many bits in the novel that really spoke to me — I guess, sort of affirmed what I was thinking.
And while the plot was a little predictable at parts, it didn’t take away much from the sincerity of the prose. I liked how simple the language is; how unassuming the characters are in the world they inhabit. There’s enough details to set the premise of their universe, but there’s so much more potential that goes unexplored in the book which is rather fun. Honestly, I’m just a sucker for novels that are so well-thought out and convincing, that it’s as if these fantastical beings and happenings really do exist.
And also, the image of a bunch of imaginary friends bumming around and chilling while their human friends are doing their stuff is just very adorable.
What a great break from (my half a day of) studying! Now back to work (weh).