At 19, Marnie plunged into first love
with Joe, a guy who was completely wrong for her. Their romance was fast and
exhilarating and like nothing Marnie had ever experienced or understood. Just
as quickly as it began, it was over, with no explanation. He left her with
unanswered questions and unexpected feelings of loss and regret, and a quiet
grief she would carry with her for the next fifteen years.
When Joe returns, Marnie is a 34-year-old wife and mother to two rambunctious
little boys, who is slowly healing from a devastating loss. All the emotions
she suppressed from the past fifteen years surge to the surface, threatening to
ruin her marriage and destroy her family. She'll need to confront the one
person who hurt her the most to realize that love and loss sometimes go hand in
hand… and that you have to live with some of your toughest choices for the rest
of your life.
Lost is part coming-of-age/part love story.
It's a story about a woman desperate to make peace with the past. It's for all
women who have ever experienced the magnitude of first love, whether it was a
lasting bond or a fleeting moment. Because first love - while it might not have
been the best love - is a love none of us ever forgets.
“He had been
her coming-of-age story. He was her history. More than just her history. He was
the blueprint that created her future. He was the one guy that every girl
remembers from the past. He was the one, and even though he tore through her
life like a tornado and left an aftermath of sadness and grief, she could not
forget him. ”
For the lack of better word, I’ll just say that I
love this book. It’s one of those books that’ll make you love and hate the
characters at the same time.
This book is in Marnie’s POV. It alternates between
what happened in the year 1988 and in the year 2004 and it basically involved
the two most important men in her life. For some reason, I think, the book is
somewhat difficult to read because I’m afraid of what might happen in the end.
The book tells about Marnie’s struggle from what happened in the past and
what’s happening at present. She keeps on connecting the mistakes she did in
the past with the situation she’s being dealt with now. She is now married with
Stuart, who is a pilot and is travelling from Monday to Wednesday, but is at
home from Thursday till the end of the week. They have two children, Jeremy and
Trey. Marnie has a thriving photography business and her weekends are always
Marnie is contented with her life but she’s so trap
with the what-ifs that it consumes her and is affecting her from achieving her
happiness. Before she met her husband, she was head over heels in love with
someone else. That someone else is Joe. She met Joe during a summer break. And
just like a tornado, he easily swept her off her feet. They were inseparable
during that break. Theirs was a blissful and lustful summer.
I loved Joe in the first chapters of the book, but
as it neared the end, I think the love turned into hate. I really thought he
was just dealing with personal problems. He was one of those guys who takes things
for granted because he know that he can easily get what he want. I hate the
situation she put Marnie through. He’s one of those guys who can be easily
manipulated. He puts his family first so whatever his family thinks is
important. He wasn’t strong enough to fight for what he wants.
Marnie, on the other hand, put her everything in
line. She let her heart took over the decisions and in the end, it almost cause
her, her future. She’s lucky to have Stuart. He’s not perfect but he loved her.
He cherished her and their family. He provided for them. He took care of them.
There are just some pressing issues that doesn’t
bode well with me.
First, the abortion. I am a born Catholic so
whatever reasons Marnie has on why she still went with it will never be
acceptable to me. I can’t stomach the fact that she agreed to it. It was
already a human. It already breathes. I was really crossing my fingers for her
not to go through with it, but she was not strong enough to handle the
Stuart opposing her pregnancy. I really didn’t like
that. I mean, hello, they both enjoyed the pleasure part, why would he not
accept the life they created together, right? He could have used a contraceptive or whatsoever
to prevent the pregnancy. He should have
dealt with the issue in the right way, not avoided it like some plague. Because
it didn’t helped their situation, it only made it worse. I think that was the
main reason why Marnie felt like chastising herself for getting pregnant again.
The ending was lovely. It was realistic. It was
bittersweet. I haven’t pegged Marnie to make a sane decision, but she proved me
wrong in the end. She was an epitome of a family woman. One who stands by what
is right. One who values family bond. One who was once burned, but learned her
lesson well. Joe may be her first love but it was Stuart who was her true love.
They made it through the most difficult time of their life.
A Little Bit of Everything Lost tells us that the
choices we make in life will have an effect on how we live our future. Sometimes,
the most unplanned choices we make, will bring us unexpected amounts of joy in
the future. For us to live life freely, we should let go of the past. Repent on
all the mistakes you did in the past, and do not let it affect your future. Don’t
let yourself be caged in. Appreciate all the good things that come your way. First love might not always be the last love that we'll have but it will always be remembered no matter what happens.
The whole process irritated the hell out
The microwave timer
buzzed, frozen pancakes warmed and ready.
“You’re going to
be late for the bus!” she yelled as she searched the meat drawer for ham.
“Why don’t I do
this the night before?” Marnie muttered into the fridge. She found meat, made
sandwiches, and moved to the pantry to grab syrup for the pancakes.
She heard the
boys arguing about who got to play Xbox first when they got home from school.
They were going to be late. Again. And the lid was covered in syrup. Again.
“Damn it, boys!
Get down here. Now!”
They were still
arguing as they bounded down the stairs and Marnie knew Jeremy had taken his
forefinger and thumb and whacked his younger brother on the head because Trey
yelped, “I’m telling!”
Marnie threatened. “Or there’ll be no soccer after school.”
“Good. I hate
soccer practice,” Jeremy said.
“Me too,” Trey
agreed with his older brother.
Marnie shook her
head. There was no winning here. She was losing the battle that was good
parenting, and she didn’t know how she was going to survive. High school –
hell, junior high school – was still
The rumble of
the bus wheels turning onto the street signaled panic in the boys’ eyes.
“The bus!” Trey
“Grab a granola
bar, your lunches and backpacks, and run!”
No matter what
chaos each morning brought, Jeremy and Trey were endearing still, her little
boys, taking the time to kiss her, and to tell her they loved her. Every morning,
no matter what, they managed to love her. If only that were enough. If only.
As Trey buried
his head into Marnie for a hug, she inhaled the little boy smell of him. Oh
God, how she wished they didn’t have to grow up, didn’t have to become big
boys. Big ones – well, big eight-year-olds like Jeremy – were already showing
signs of pulling away, of needing her less and less. Of asking for fewer
cuddles, and practically no more bedtime stories, wanting rather to stay up
late to watch basketball with Dad when he was home. At least six-year-old Trey
could still be babied. He and Marnie would snuggle at night and make up stories
about worms named Pinkster and Swirmy, who lived in huts in their backyard, and
ate muddy cakes filled with flies.
“I love you boys. Have a good day.” She touched her belly.
“Love you too, Mom.
Bye!” And the door banged behind them. Her double tornado gone. She heard them
screaming down the drive, Trey shouting for Jeremy to wait up for him, always,
always chasing after his older brother.
the microwave and took out the mini pancakes the boys hadn’t had time to eat.
She grabbed the syrup bottle again, forgetting it was sticky.
“Damn it,” she
said to no one, because no one was home. It was Tuesday, and Stuart was gone.
She pulled a
paper towel off the roll and noticed it had a Fourth of July stars-and-stripes
pattern on it. Summer seemed like forever ago. She didn’t want to remember the summer
that didn't happen. She didn’t want to think of fireworks and pool parties,
barbecues and sparklers. And her boys, their tanned little bodies, their goggled
faces, swimming until they were so tired they would collapse into their beds
with no coaxing. She didn’t want to think about parades and fresh sugary-tart
lemonade, neighborhood get-togethers, of weekend trips to her parent’s lake
house, all the things they didn't get to do. She didn’t want to think about
what she should be doing now.
the faucet on cold, saturated the paper towel, and rubbed the top of the syrup
bottle as best as she could to clean it off. Then she doused the pancakes with
syrup and popped the mini pancakes into her mouth, one by one, filling the void
with the golden yeasty fluff, not feeling or tasting, just chewing… chewing
until they were all gone; until the anxiety settled in the pit of her stomach
and she felt like she could begin her day.
She ran a mental
list through her head: the dry cleaners, she had to proof photos from last
weekend's shoot, a trip to the grocery store. And she would have to stop by the
post office to mail that package that had been sitting on the foyer table for
over a week now. The one Stuart had asked her to mail.
When he got home
last Thursday and spotted it still there, he had sighed. “I didn’t have time
today,” she said. “Tomorrow,” she promised. “I’ll get to it tomorrow.”
“I’m home now. I
can mail it tomorrow,” he had said, but he hadn’t gotten around to doing it
The phone rang,
Marnie wiped her sticky fingers on another paper towel, and checked Caller ID.
It was Collette. She hadn’t talked to Collette since last week so she settled onto
a kitchen bar stool, ready for one of her usual pep talks. Marnie was desperate
for one today.
“Mar, hon. He’s
back in town.”
Marnie felt a
glob of doughy pancake she had just devoured rise to a lump in her throat.
Elliot is the author of A Little Bit of Everything Lost, What She Left Us, and the
novella, The Cell Phone Lot. She is also a writer and editor and has written
for a variety of newspapers, magazines and websites. In her spare time she
edits manuscripts for other writers and proofs executive documents. She lives
in Arizona with her husband and three children.
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