There are a lot of people on Valentine’s Day who don’t really want the construction-paper heart version of love to share with the lover, boyfriend, husband, girlfriend, wife or whomever. They actually want to share something real with them–David Levithan
Last month Caitlin let me borrow her copy of The Lover’s Dictionary by David Levithan.
I’ve never read anything like it.
The book is a love story told using only dictionary entries. The entries are arranged alphabetically rather than chronologically which means as a reader you are bouncing between happy and sad, before and after, high and low. But isn’t that love? Isn’t that love “in all its messy, complicated reality”?
Read it. Read it again. Read it with a box of tissues.
I imagine I’ll be posting random definitions from this book from now until kingdom come, but I’ll start with just one today.
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone.
Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.