An interesting story of a girl who sleeps.
Like, 4 weeks non-stop, for example.
And in between these unexpectedly long naps she rediscovers herself.
While there is a mysterious story behind, driving the plot forward, I am actually more interested in what is happening inside her mind when she wakes up and doesn't really know how she'd look like. So image and appearance are no longer important. It's her that matters.
Being strong enough to understand that is another story.
Another aspect is confidence.
How much trust you need to put yourself into hands of people around you. While you have no idea and no awareness whether they are your closest ones, or completely random strangers you've never met in your life before.
And finally, control.
You cannot control others. Fortunately, I discovered that although only recently. The way over-controlling others can limit you is striking. When you finally get to the point where you know that you are the only one responsible for your own behaviour, good or bad, it is then that you open yourself to the world. And see how beautiful it is...
Back to the book though:) There's a story of her dad who left when she was 7... That gave me shivers.
And then, there's her mother. She is worried like most mums are. Considering her daughter's unusual condition one could say she is actually carefree. Not in her daughter's eyes, obviously. Which puts an interesting universal view and can make all the mums who read the story feeling very much related...
And finally, there's her uncle, her dad's twin brother. I wonder what it must be like for her to see his face every now and again, so similar to the face of her father. Who left.
Her uncle's attitude is all about a glass half full, which is adorable and lovely:
“So what if you live life on a different schedule?” he says. “You’re still living it.”
She is obviously quite grumpy. Again, that gave me shivers.
She has that interesting ability to analyse things and see them at a different angle. Something I respect, not always understand but respect nonetheless, and sometimes disagree with.
Like this, for example:
'That was one of the worst things about being sick. Someone was always waiting on you, which meant disappointing people was inevitable.'
No it isn't. It's not the worst part.
Having someone you could potentially disappoint is actually one of the greatest things that can happen to you.
Having no one to disappoint. That's the worst that can happen to you...