Dec 23-28, 2019
Olivia, I'm hopelessly devoted to you. You were my first music love. I still remember the dances we made up to the Grease soundtrack, a vinyl album that we listened to daily on repeat. But, my sweet, you should let someone else do the writing.
I feel like we all know that Olivia is a goody-goody at heart, but this book amplifies the sweetness to the level of a mouthful of cavities. While all her thoughts are valid, the prose is oversimplified to the point of silliness. We really don't learn much of what we already knew, and I don't really care about the gas cap left off your car or how hilarious you found it. I found myself skimming parts. Plus, the obvious exclusion and glossing over of the real relevant occurrences in her life (missing boyfriend, anyone?). And I really had a hard time connecting with the spiritual healing and visions and herbs and potions that she is so trusting in these days.
Our girl sure has been put through the wringer, and it will be an awful day when she's no longer with us and that sweet voice is silenced. But I will stick to watching Grease, Xanadu and Hard to Hold as much as humanly possible. And of course listening to Please Mr. Please.
And with that, 2019 is a wrap!
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