I finished reading ‘On Chesil Beach’ a couple of weeks ago, on a train…and subsequently found myself contemplating the purpose of arguing with loved ones and in fact, having any regrets at all…which is a strange feeling to have whilst standing at an awkward angle, with someone inconsiderate’s umbrella dripping rain on my foot.
As mentioned in a previous blog, I literally went into Waterstones one day and picked books at random. ‘On Chesil Beach’ wasn’t actually a first choice of mine but was £4 with the purchase of the other books so, after reading ‘Saturday’ by Ian McEwan at University; I thought I’d give it a go.
I didn’t quite know what to expect from the book, but found the style of writing quite beautiful. It depicts a range of emotions and anxieties that anyone in a relationship has experienced, whilst also displaying a great deal of honesty, which is refreshing in a book about love. Too many books idolize the…*cough cough* physical act of love…especially when it is the character’s “first time” being described.
All in all, I finished the book and found myself overwhelmed with the feeling that, I do not want to lose the love of my life over something petty but similarly, I must do whatever it takes to achieve my dreams. A lot of emotion was unearthed in me by this book, and I feel that although the outcome is essentially regretful; it is definitely worth the read and not just to see the look on the man reading over my shoulder’s face on the underground, during the attempted-sex-scene…