High Fidelity by Nick HornbyMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
Ending my 2017 reading challenge with a book I highly relate with. Brings back memories with all those mixed tapes and top five lists.
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I lost the plot for a while then. And I lost the subplot, the script, the soundtrack, the intermission, my popcorn, the credits and the exit sign. p17
Only love can break your heart - Neil Young
Last Night I dreamed That Somebody Loved Me - the Smiths
Call Me - Aretha Franklin
I dont want to talk about it - anybody
Love hurts
When Love Breaks Down
How can you mend a broken heart
The speed of the sound of loneliness
She's gone
I just dont know what to do with myself
p18
What came first, the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music? p19
All my life I have wanted to go to bed with-- no, have a relationship with-- a musician: I'd want her to write songs at home, and ask me what I thought of them, and maybe include one of our private jokes in the lyrics, and thank me in the sleeve notes, maybe even include a picture of me on the inside cover, in the background somewhere, and I could watch her play live from the back, in the wings (although I'd look a bit of a berk at the Lauder, where there are no wing: I'd be standing on my own in the full view of everybody).
p50
To me, making a tape is like writing a letter-- there's a lot of erasing and rethinking and starting again
p69
I've done it all, lived through the whole relationship in my head. I've watched the film on fast-forward; I know the whole plot, the ending, all the good bits. Now I've got to rewind and watch it all over again in real time, and where's the fun in that?
p239
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