'You have heard the phrase "heaven on earth" ...
At certain moments, when death is close, the veils pull back between this world and the next. Heaven and earth overlay. When they do, it is possible to glimpse certain souls already departed. You can see them awaiting your arrival. And they can see you coming.'
This is a story about a woman named Annie, and it begins at the end, with Annie falling from the sky.
- First Sentence; The End
"Tell me something, Annie. Did the world begin with your birth?"
"Of course not."
"Right. Not yours. Not mine. Yet we humans make so much of 'our' time on earth. We measure it, we compare it, we put it on our tombstones.
"We forget that 'our' time is linked to others' times. We count from one. We return to one. That's how a connected universe makes sense.
- Memorable Moment; Page 61
SOURCE ... A Christmas gift from Mr T.
READ FOR A CHALLENGE? ... No.
MY THOUGHTS ... The much anticipated sequel to the author's The Five People You Meet In Heaven which incidentally is one of the very few books that, after having read it myself, I went on to buy multiple copies of to give to family and friends, The Next Person You Meet In Heaven continues the story of Annie who is now an adult.
Would I enjoy it as much? Would it be all I hoped for? To say I was a little apprehensive is an understatement.
Not something I can put my finger on exactly. Perhaps it was just a little too sentimental. Maybe after The Five People You Meet In Heaven and the impact it had on me NO sequel, no matter how amazing, was ever going to leave me feeling like that again.
Don't get me wrong, worthy of the five stars I awarded it on GoodReads (just not the 5+ stars I would have liked to have awarded its predecessor); hugely enjoyable, poignant, powerful, capable of moving me to tears (I strongly advise you have some tissues to hand), full of sweet aphorisms, filled with clever twists. Oh! and there's a dog, Cleo ... Spoiler begins>Yeah! Dogs do get to go to Heaven< Spoiler ends, and yet there was just something, something lacking, a small something that didn't quite touch my soul in the same way as had the previous book.