I also specifically loved the use of The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath and Twenty Love Poems and A Song of Despair by Pablo Neruda in one of the photos. Ahh, I feel like I am not making sense, I just can’t put into proper words about how enthralling this book was. I love that when in the future I decide to reread it, I will then again be bombarded with a different theory, it is like reading it for the first time, and not all books can do that, offering an alternative ending to a one solid story. It was mysterious and baffling, but within its mystery I found myself coming up with different conclusion, and each of these conclusions paved way to more questions and new theories, it will be a never- ending cycle, but I am more than okay with that. It is truly beautiful, that too much words were not necessary, the whole book speaks for itself.

The pictures set a haunting and riveting feel to it, it was melodramatic and poignant, but satisfying at the same time, there is just too much uniqueness surrounding this book. But what got me was the last part, was Frank even real? That has been bothering me, was he all made up by Glory? The fact that the book puzzles its reader is really something wonderful, it is like you are told a beautiful story and you get to choose the ending, you may make it tragic or turn it into a happy one. It is like you are witnessing a love story unfold your very eyes, a love story with of course down sides and struggles. I specifically liked that it was a novel narrated thru pictures and snippets and cutesy letters passed between two individuals. No sugarcoating or anything, just the pure truth. Maybe the book wanted to leave it at that, and I wouldn’t want to sound pretentious, nope I am not being pretentious here, I just simply loved the whole of it. I tried to get back to the last few pages and I was baffled even more. In this stunningly moving novel told in photographs, pictures, and words, it’s up to the reader to decide what is real, what is imagined, and what has been madness all along….ĭid I miss out on anything? It feels like there was something I missed out on. Before long, Glory is unable to play anything but the song “Chopsticks.”īut nothing is what it seems, and Glory’s reality is not reality at all. The farther she falls, the deeper she spirals into madness. Brilliant and lonely, Glory is drawn to an artistic new boy, Frank, who moves in next door. As we flash back to the events leading up to her disappearance, we see a girl on the precipice of disaster.

Now, as a teenager, Glory has disappeared. Her single father raised her as a piano prodigy, with a rigid schedule and the goal of playing sold-out shows across the globe. Synopsis: After her mother died, Glory retreated into herself and her music.

Chopsticks by jessica anthony