It may not have garnered brilliant reviews, but Us by David Nicholls is a worthwhile, yet uncomfortably close look at a long marriage. I think what made this a keeper for me was this most wonderful passage that jumped right out at me shortly after I’d started. “But none of this is a surprise. I’ve been expecting to watch you grow older ever since we met. Why should it trouble me? It’s the face itself that I love, not the face at twenty-eight or thirty-four or forty-three. It’s that face.”
Want to read about the family life struggle set amidst an updated Grand Tour? This is the story of a quiet man of science, his just-out-of-reach arts-bent wife and their seventeen-year-old son and their last ditch attempt at a family vacation through various European centres of culture. The Guardian did not sing its praises, and nor did The New York Times, but David Nicholls has written the most romantic words I have read in a very long time. Funny how a few lines could endear a difficult character and, indeed, his whole story to me.
Want to read about the family life struggle set amidst an updated Grand Tour? This is the story of a quiet man of science, his just-out-of-reach arts-bent wife and their seventeen-year-old son and their last ditch attempt at a family vacation through various European centres of culture. The Guardian did not sing its praises, and nor did The New York Times, but David Nicholls has written the most romantic words I have read in a very long time. Funny how a few lines could endear a difficult character and, indeed, his whole story to me.