In fact, I think the poetry is what made the book really work. It's more like Marcie just thinks in poetry it's who she is. That totally is not the feeling I got from Love & Leftovers. A big part of the reason that I don't like poetry most of the time is that it seems so pompous and self-congratulatory. It just never has moved me so much as prose, although I will admit that the best prose does seem to have a lyrical quality to it, so I suppose one could make the argument that all writing is poetry in some sense.Īnyway, this book totally worked for me, and I will definitely be keeping my free copy in my collection. I don't know there was something about the messed up-ness of it all that made it a special kind of perfect.Īlthough I am an avowed Apocalypsies fan, I have to confess that I was skeptical about this one, because I'm really not a poetry fan for the most part. Where people, apparently, talk funny and not at all like the vanilla accent in Boise. So she moves from The Leftovers (her friends) in Boise, Idaho with her mom to New Hampshire. Basically all the usual teenager questions that haunt society. She wants to know why her Dad decided now was the perfect time, what love really is, what she wants, what she needs, who she is. Okay so Marcie wants 'to fall cranium over Converse in dizzy daydream-worthy love' Doesn't everybody? All she has are a bunch of questions. “I want another person to notice me, to say that I matter, to say that they care about me.” Okay I have to go search her name real quick.

Isn't it weird that his is the only name I can remember? He WAS my favorite character. Her parents are recently divorced because, after 17 years, decided to come out of the closet and announce to his wife and daughter that he is, in fact, gay, and has fallen in love with a 27 year old bartender: Danny. At all.Īnd you get toppled, do you hate yourself?” Let's just start this rant with the fact that the main character, who writes poems, knows nothing about love. Its basically a tale of being an idiot, discovering who you are and what you expect of people and, well, discovering LOVE.

Love and leftovers by sarah tregay