“We are each the love of someone’s life”

So begins ‘The Confessions of Max Tivoli’, a wonderfully-written, heartbreaking narrative which is a love story wrapped up in original ideas of ageing, youth, memory and identity. The story is about Max, who is born with the physical appearance of an elderly man, and grows older mentally like any child, but his body ages backward, growing younger every year. This curse (or blessing) allows him to meet the same girl three times in his life, and to try to win her heart over and over again. Sounds bizarre? Yes, but the themes it explores makes this book such an interesting read!
Picture1 No, this is not just a book review. I was struck by the opening line of the book, and the simple idea captured in that one line: “We are each the love of someone’s life”. I do believe that there is ‘The One’, that special someone that God has created just for you that will fulfil your dreams of a life partner. I know that as we grow older, the friends around me start to discard ideas of ‘The One’, and became a bit less idealistic in finding ‘The One’. But I still hold on to the belief and wait for that day when our paths converge…
We are each the love of someone’s life.
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~ by irwin on January 9, 2006.

2 Responses to ““We are each the love of someone’s life””

  1. Thank you for writing this entry, although its now 2 years later but still rings poignant. Makes me want to hold on to my belief as well, and I’m definitely getting that book!

  2. Thanks for your comment, Jacqui!
    Let me know what you think of the book after you’ve read it ok?

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