Laine Moriarty is one of my favorite authors! She has such a talent for writing that you feel as if you are part of the storyline. I became so engrossed with this book that I couldn’t put it down. I am usually in bed and asleep no later than 11, nope not with this book! I stayed up until well past 3 am just so that I could finish reading What Alice Forgot!
So yeah, this book may be categorized as chick-lit, but I found that it really made me think about my own life. If something were to happen to me and I were to forget the last ten years of my life, what would I think about my “new” life? Would I be surprise by what I have become? How have my relationships changed? Would I be surprised at the ones that are better, or which ones have changed for the worst? Have I become the person, wife, and mother that I thought I would be ten years ago? Would I be proud of the decisions that I have made over the last 10 years? This book really made me think about all these things.
“I realized that memory loss is a form of time travel. So I came up with the idea of a woman, Alice, who loses 10 years of her memory. She thinks she is 29, pregnant with her first child and blissfully in love with her husband. She is horrified to discover she is 39, with 3 children and in the middle of a terrible divorce. It’s like the younger Alice has travelled forward in time. Readers tell me that what they liked best about this novel was how it made them think about the choices they’d made and wonder how their younger selves would feel about the lives they are leading now.”
“Ultimately, Alice must discover whether forgetting is a blessing or a curse, and whether it’s possible to start over.”
This is one of my favorite quotes from the book:
“Early love is exciting and exhilarating. It’s light and bubbly. Anyone can love like that. But after three children, after a separation and a near-divorce, after you’ve hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you’ve seen the worst and the best– well, that sort of love is ineffable. It deserves its own word.”