Why were we all hoarding love, stockpiling it, when it was all around us, moving in and out of us like the air, if only we could feel it?
Noah wants to go home. A seemingly easy request from most four year olds. But as Noah’s single-mother, Janie, knows, nothing with Noah is ever easy. One day the pre-school office calls and says Janie needs to come in to talk about Noah, and no, not later, now – and life as she knows it stops.
For Jerome Anderson, life as he knows it has stopped. A deadly diagnosis has made him realize he is approaching the end of his life. His first thought – I’m not finished yet. Once a shining young star in academia, a graduate of Yale and Harvard, a professor of psychology, he threw it all away because of an obsession. Anderson became the laughing stock of his peers, but he didn’t care – something had to be going on beyond what anyone could see or comprehend. He spent his life searching for that something else. And with Noah, he thinks he’s found it.
Soon Noah, Janie and Anderson will find themselves knocking on the door of a mother whose son has been missing for eight years – and when that door opens, all of their questions will be answered. Taken from Goodreads.
Honestly I had high hopes for this book. The premise was just interesting, even though the first chapter should be a telltale sign that I was going to hate the book. Janie as the main character was just boring, she self-loathed herself, which is not very attractive, let me tell you that. But, further down the chapter, it became interesting. How Janie and Anderson tried to put the puzzle together on what or who was Noah for real.
Why oh why must the book feels like an endless stream of complaints, whining, pointless description of things? My God. I lose count on how many times have I just skimmed the entire pages because it was just so boring. It holds no relevance whatsoever to me. It was just boring, okay? It started interesting (if we could just forget the first chapter) only to get extremely suffocating halfway through the book. Sorry, whining is not my cup of tea.
I don’t know, honestly. It might have been an interesting book for others, because the premise is interesting, but the constant whining stop me short from recommending it to others.
Title: The Forgetting Time
Author: Sharon Guskin
Genre: Fiction, Mystery