Publication Date: August 28, 2006
Type: Paperback, bought
"What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.
Abandoned by her mother on Jellicoe Road when she was eleven, Taylor Markham, now seventeen, is finally being confronted with her past. But as the reluctant leader of her boarding school dorm, there isn't a lot of time for introspection. And while Hannah, the closest adult Taylor has to family, has disappeared, Jonah Griggs is back in town, moody stares and all.
In this absorbing story by Melina Marchetta, nothing is as it seems and every clue leads to more questions as Taylor tries to work out the connection between her mother dumping her, Hannah finding her then and her sudden departure now, a mysterious stranger who once whispered something in her ear, a boy in her dreams, five kids who lived on Jellicoe Road eighteen years ago, and the maddening and magnetic Jonah Griggs, who knows her better than she thinks he does. If Taylor can put together the pieces of her past, she might just be able to change her future.
I can be a real idiot sometimes, did you know?
I heard about this one for months. Maybe a year. Maybe more. Even before I joined Goodreads, before anything. I heard of this. Saw it. Saw people reviewing it, trying and occasionally failing to express their feelings for this. This book.
And I expected to like it, but I kept my reservations. Maybe I'd be the exception. Maybe I'd be that one who it just didn't work for, who didn't understand.
I should've known it would end in this: 2 AM, tired eyes, and a mind that's never been more awake. Wondering how books manage to do this to me and hoping they'll never stop.
I could talk about a lot of things. I could talk about real characters and complex plotting and beautiful words. There are so, so many things I could say.
But I'll never say enough for this book, so here's what I can tell you: I read it in a day. I laughed. I grew furious. Grew happy again. Curled on a small, painful couch and read for hours and hours and hours until my eyes wanted to blur but I wouldn't let them, because I had to finish, I had to. And then they did blur, despite it all, and I cried. Just for a moment.
And a few pages later, the book was done.