I am not usually one that gives in to hyped books, I am not sure why but it really puts me off. However, this book is just simply amazing. Initially, when I finished the book I was not sure about the hype, however, I cannot stop thinking about it and continue to think about it now – Sally’s writing has that kind of impact.
We follow the friendship or Connell and Marianne, from school to university the ups and downs and changes good, bad and ugly. However, one thing that remains the same, they come back together again and there is an underlying bond that seems to be unbreakable. They both come from different backgrounds and have different back stories, but that seems to be irrelevant in their friendship or partnership. They both seem to be there for one another, but also you go through the times when they are cruel to each other which at times just left me wanting to shout at them.
We go on their life lesson and their life changing experiences and at times you are left uncomfortable and dissatisfied, which I felt was amazing about Sally’s writing she overwhelms you with all types of emotions and feelings to ‘real life’ issues. It is simply a breathtaking book and one I am glad I did not miss.
About the Book
People know that Marianne lives in the white mansion with the driveway and that Connell’s mother is a cleaner, but no one knows of the special relationship between these facts.
Connell and Marianne grow up in the same small town in the west of Ireland, but the similarities end there. In school, Connell is popular and well-liked, while Marianne is a loner who has learnt from painful experiences to stay away from her classmates. When the two strike up a conversation in Marianne’s kitchen – awkward but electrifying – something life changing begins.
Normal People is published by Faber & Faber
“He’s started drafting them on his phone in idle moments, while waiting for his clothes in a launderette, or lying in the hostel at night when he can’t sleep for the heat. He reads over these drafts repeatedly, reviewing all the elements of prose, moving clauses around to make the sentence fit together correctly. Time soften out while he types, feeling slow and dilated while actually passing very rapidly, and more than once he’s looked up to find the hours have gone by. He couldn’t explain aloud what he finds so absorbing about his emails to Marianne, but he doesn’t feel that it’s trivial. The experience of writing them feels like an expression of a broader and more fundamental principle, something in his identity or something even more abstract, to do with life itself.”