There is a time when love can be trivial entertainment. You may even believe that you have it under control, but the moment of falling in love with no return always ends up. Except… when things end up not going quite right, you are stunned by frustration.
Take it with humor. You have fallen into the nets of love and there is little you can do to avoid it.
That is one of the readings you can get from this novel You are not my typeby Chloe Santana. Its protagonist Ana moves in the waters of heartbreak, everything that love announced as something wonderful in its environment seems to succumb to wear and tear. Disenchanted by her own experience and also by verifying that her parents did not love each other as much as it might seem.
In Ana's life, love is an emotion in a recessive phase, in danger of extinction. In the absence of any vestige of love, everything takes on a gray hue. Ana's boss is a supine gray, like her own work. Although Ana herself admits that in her sobriety, her boss is not bad at all. She is sure that if she were allowed access to it, she could bring out shine and color, all garnished with a smile kinder than her usual hieratic demeanor of a Greek God.
Ana survives thanks to humor, a hilarity that permeates the story and makes you smile with magical cadence. (Not recommended for reading in public spaces, laughing alone is not always well seen ...)
Ana's 25 years are not that many. A good age in which he still copes with his chronic inability to materialize his dream of finding his better half. But it depends on how you look at it. For Ana sometimes 25 is a quarter of a century and in others just a breath of time in which she has not had time to do anything interesting, yet.
What can we expect from Ana? and what is most transcendental for this character so natural, magical and spontaneous ... What can Ana expect from herself?
At the moment she is clear, the trick is to smile, laugh even at herself and at the grotesque in which her life has lately been involved. While enjoying the love nihilism that sometimes becomes desperate, she remains crouched, waiting for her opportunity to throw herself into the jugular of destiny ... and, from there, attack him at the heart itself.
A novel for lovers or despairing, for survivors and castaways of love, for bewildered lovers and for those who believe that love is just a fiction, an emotional deception….
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