Lucy and Owen meet somewhere between the tenth and eleventh floors of a New York City apartment building, on an elevator rendered useless by a citywide blackout. After they’re rescued, they spend a single night together, wandering the darkened streets and marveling at the rare appearance of stars above Manhattan. But once the power is restored, so is reality. Lucy soon moves to Edinburgh with her parents, while Owen heads out west with his father.
Lucy and Owen’s relationship plays out across the globe as they stay in touch through postcards, occasional e-mails, and—finally—a reunion in the city where they first met.
A carefully charted map of a long-distance relationship, Jennifer E. Smith’s new novel shows that the center of the world isn’t necessarily a place. It can be a person, too.
Hi loves, it’s Amy with another review. I was really drawn to the the title and the summary so I was excited to read this book. I liked it, but nothing more than that.
“They were both headed in the exact opposite directions. The map was as good as a door swinging shut. And the geography of the thing- the geography of them- was completely and hopelessly wrong.”
So this book is about Lucy and Owen who meet when the city blacks out and they’re both trapped in the elevator. Eventually they get out, and they spend the night together, wandering the city and hiding on the roof of their apartment building. But then the power comes back on and they move on with their lives. Lucy’s dad gets a job in Edinburgh so Lucy moves to Scotland, and Owen’s dad gets fired and the two of them hit the road. It’s unlikely they’ll see each other again, but they can’t get each other out of their heads. So they send postcards and e-mails and try to stay in touch, but the long distance thing, is making it very hard.
“Maybe they were never meant to have more than just one night. After all, not everything can last. Not everything is supposed to mean something.”
Lucy is a loner. She doesn’t get bullied, but she doesn’t exactly have friends either, yet she feels like New York is her home. Owen’s mom just died and he’s broken, trying to find a home. I liked the scenes where Lucy and Owen were together, but those were not a lot. And I liked Owen’s parts more than Lucy’s, but in general, the whole book just wasn’t mindblowing. I liked it, I read through it quite fast, but it wasn’t fabulous. There wasn’t enough action for my liking and the story on itself was rather boring, which is a real shame, because it could’ve been so good!
“How long could a single night really be expected to last? How far could you stretch such a small collection of minutes? He was just a boy on a roof. She was just a girl in an elevator.”
I still gave it three stars, because it was entertaining enough to keep me reading and wanting to know how it ended. But yeah, not adding this to my list of favorite books unfortunately.