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Calling Romeo

“I hope you find your Romeo.” He was looking at her in that no-hard-feelings kind of a way.She didn’t answer… And standing alone in the silent darkness, whispered to her(self):“I already have.”

“And she’d realized she couldn’t lose him. Whatever problems they had to fix, she couldn’t give him up. She couldn’t give up on them.”

“… I want you to think on. Love’s precious. It doesn’t always happen twice, you know.”

Calling Romeo, Alexandra Potter.

There’s a long list of books that I need to work on writing a review about but I skipped through them just to write this one down. A book review? Not really; that would be an overstatement for this post. This is a mere statement of my thoughts (and okay… feelings!) Plus a LOT of spoilers from the book… Sorry!

Anyway, Alexandra Potter has touched something inside me this time—I don’t know how it came around since I have a completely, undeniably different situation from Juliet (the main character by the way). But here’s my try to summarize the story before I tell you how this book changed a part of me:

Juliet and Will are together for 2 years and are living in a flat together. The story started as Will has stood up Juliet on Valentine’s Day because he forgotten they would be going out. On the same night, Juliet was in self-pity and a lot of resentment to their rotting relationship. As she was going home, being soaked with the rain, a sport scar came rushing and washed her new sheepskin coat with dirt. She was so agitated that she managed to look at the driver—anticipating that he’ll stop and go back for her. Never happened. Right then she realized, if she is Juliet where is her Romeo?

The story continues as Will stood her up again for the ball of her company party where she met the sport car driver who ruined her sheepskin coat—Sykes. Her rival in a car project she has been dealing with in their advertising company. But instead of acting like enemies, they acted the other way around. Sykes knew she has a boyfriend but he still pursued her in going out with him with some romantic details of a new Gucci coat and a date in the Eye of London. One of the turning points happened when Juliet considered going to Verona with him—her lover, and in short, cheating.

To make the long story short, in the trip in Verona, Juliet realized that although Sykes have the flame, the romance and the passion that she missed with Will, it was with Will she is in love with. Back to London, Will have a change of attitude and he was willing to win Juliet back—and proposed to her! It was nice and happy but at the end, Will accidentally know the Verona trip of Juliet and Sykes that ended up to a broken relationship. This however changed in the epilogue—having some hope in getting back together.

First off—yes, it was very cliché story where maybe it happened a few times in different books. But one thing I liked is how it portrayed two lovers being together for years and be comfortable enough to show their “real” and “bad” side. I think this is something that happens to everyone—the loss of spark, the awareness, the feeling of being taken for granted. Because the “getting-to-know” is already done, what else is there?

So people look for someone else to give the attention, the romance and everything that was long gone with the relationship but like Juliet, she never found it in Sykes not matter how many things he can provide.

To tell you, this book touched me because at some point, Juliet lives inside each one of us—tired, looking for those past things that Is full of passion. But it pointed out that we don’t need to look for someone else to fill the gap—we just need to look under our noses. Our Romeos sometimes is like Will: a person not in a sports car, have no abs but a flappy tummy, doesn’t have a good hairstyle, unorganized, workaholic, do not give you Gucci sheepskin coat nor doesn’t care what you are wearing. We just need to realize they might not be the perfect one but they are enough.

To end this very long post, here are some quotes I loved about the book:

“He caught it, laughing, before slowly his smile faded. Hugging the cushion to his chest, he looked at her. “I’ve missed you.” For once he wasn’t joking around. He meant it. Juliet knew that the moment she glanced up and caught his expression. And he knew that she knew. They stared at each other and it was as if the fog had finally lifted. As if for the first time in months, they could finally see each other again. Juliet took a deep breath as the realization hit. “I’ve missed you too.”

“He grinned to himself. No, he didn’t feel all right. And it felt fantastic. Deep in thought he stared at the silhouette. “I’m in love with you, Jules.” Above the noise of the shower, his words caused Juliet’s heart to miss a beat.”

“Watching them, Will knew unequivocally that’s what he wanted. He wanted to spend his life with Juliet, to argue with her, laugh with her, cry with her, to hold the hands of their children and send them whooping and laughing into the air. To look at her from across the other side of a room, or a party, or in the fruit and veg aisle of a supermarket, and know that this warm, funny, sexy, gorgeous woman he couldn’t take his eyes off, was the woman he was going to grow old with.”

“I thought love was about caring about someone day in and day out, about being there when it’s rucking amazing, and still wanting to be there when it feels like crap, I thought it was about forever.”

“It wasn’t just the big romantic gestures that made a relationship; it was all the little things.”

“… You’ve only got one life, lad, and it goes faster than you can imagine. If you love someone, whatever’s happened, you can always work it out…”


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