I am completely obsessed with Jonathan Safran Foer. His first book (although I only ever watched the movie) -Everything is Illuminated is my long-standing favorite movie of ALL time. I never paid too much attention and didn't even know that the movie came from a book. When I somehow found out that "Extremely Loud Incredibly Close" was his second book, I hurriedly started reading it, but I can't finish it. I get so sad when I finish books that I am completely in love with. His writing style makes me so happy. I want to keep reading, even a page at a time is like... Like how others may feel about eating chocolate late at night at bed.
The movie came out soon after I started on the book. I watched it and really: The book is so much more in-depth, better -amazing. The way that Jonathan (we're on a first-name-basis, see?) writes does something indescribable to my insides. Anyway. Here are some pictures and a few quotes from the book. Thomas Horn NAILED Oskar Schell. They saw over three thousand boys before they decided on him, and he has ZERO previous acting experience. nothing. Isn't that amazing? His acting made me cry buckets -especially when he meets "The renter". I was broken.
I am completely in love. Inconsolable. Devastated. Elated. Inspired. All of it for this man's work.
“There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.”
“Why do beautiful songs make you sad?' 'Because they aren't true.' 'Never?' 'Nothing is beautiful and true.”
“I feel too much. That's what's going on.' 'Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways?' 'My insides don't match up with my outsides.' 'Do anyone's insides and outsides match up?' 'I don't know. I'm only me.' 'Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and outside.' 'But it's worse for me.' 'I wonder if everyone thinks it's worse for him.' 'Probably. But it really is worse for me.”
“In bed that night I invented a special drain that would be underneath every pillow in New York, and would connect to the reservoir. Whenever people cried themselves to sleep, the tears would all go to the same place, and in the morning the weatherman could report if the water level of the Reservoir of Tears had gone up or down, and you could know if New York is in heavy boots.”
“I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: "Do you like me?”