As one date leads to another, her obsession spirals. MS finds herself writing letters to Facebook (to see if XX can tell how many times she views his page), to her phone company (can they delete messages she regrets sending?) and to XX’s favourite author (who is dead), whilst the object of her affection remains aloof, a moodily seductive Vespa-riding urbanite.
All This Has Nothing To Do With Me is an exposé of a broken heart. With full access to MS’s photos, diary extracts and emails, it documents MS and XX’s relationship from jubilant start to painful finish, and lays out her life – and past – for our scrutiny.
Highly original, extremely funny, and darkly moving, this is an unputdownable glimpse into the depths of one woman’s psyche.
In this book we see the painful -and sometimes pointless- process of dealing with unreturned love. Instead of reading her feelings,the pictures and emails made me feel like I was the one with the broken heart, having MS life.
The reason I loved this book is because of the roller-coaster feelings that gave me. I laughed and got embarrassed reading about the things she does or how she responses to XX, not to mention that her diary extracts reminded of my own diary when I was a teenager -but I guess that what MS is. I also cried in the end and felt relieved.
For me, this book isn’t anything like I’ve read before and it was hard to put down. It’s not the kind of book that tries to charm you from the first page and I’m not sure it’s for everyone but if I think it’s worth it.
One quote I really liked:
Indeed what is more pathetic than a notebook filled with sweet chestnut leaves radiating the macabre scent of decay?
This book won France’s Prix de Flore 2013.
Imagine a more sophisticated version of Bridget Jones, or let’s say Bridget Jones meets Amelie.
*this book was sent to me by the publisher and Lousie
in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are my own.