I just finished a book called Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow.

Well, to say I finished it is a bit of an exaggeration… 

I’m not sure if this is a common thing, or a me thing or maybe an ADHD thing. 


Probably a combination of all of them…

But sometimes when I know what’s going to happen next, it’s absolute torture for me to have to sit through everything that has to happen before that thing that I know is going to happen and its inevitable resolution at the end of the book. Especially or maybe even because, “the thing” is usually THE bad thing. 

And that happened to me right around chapter 22 and as soon as we started chapter 23. 

And when that happens…

I know the story is over for me

I read summaries and skip to the end when I’m right. 

If I’m wrong, I’m never disappointed that I skipped ahead.

I know there are a lot of people who find what I do, appalling. Perhaps even disrespectful or irreverent for the artists’ work. 

I can’t necessarily disagree. 



But there is enough drama and nuance of pain to experience in the real world that I have no qualms with picking and choosing my battles when they are elective. 


Besides, endings are sometimes just like the beginning of a book to me. Something I think this book understands. The last chapter is like a book’s second chance with me, much like the back cover is to me when the front cover of a book fails to provide enough information for me to take if of the shelf. 



In the end, this book covers so much it’s hard not to be amazed actually. I think if I were to pick out a word to describe what this book has spoken to me, it’s “spectrums.”


Spectrums of relationships, sexism, culture, racism, disability, abuse, ambition, generation, shame, grief, parenthood, identity, pride, death, consumerism, power, commercialism. It even touches on gun violence and abortions. 



Sometimes there is no good guy or bad guy. You just do as much as you can with the rest of the life you have. And there are fights you can’t win, but there are also fights that you can, and you won’t know which is which unless you try. 


Did I like it?... I don't know. Would I recommend it? Yeah... I probably would.

This book is a bit like the period of your life you never want to revisit.
The part of your life that was unexplainably painful.
But also filled with nostalgia and flecks of beauty.
The part of your life you learned the most from.

And so I don't regret reading it. I also don't regret skipping over half of it.
But it is wonderfully written. Full of game references and philosophical questions and concepts. Characters and stories are well depicted, hidden, revealed... beyond my intelligence and I am grateful for my time with it.