Book Review: The Waiting Room | Alysha Kaye

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Book REVIEW!!!! The Waiting Room by Alysha Kaye

Waiting until a progress update of the challenge wasn’t going to be enough. A review seemed like a better idea. This is not one of those books you can read and not debrief. 

 This book was suggested via twitter. So, if you have a good book you want to share, tell us about it.


We’ll read anything once.

This sort of (read that as definitely) contains spoiler so take note of that before you continue reading.

Forgive me because this will be less of a review and more of a what I thought about the book.  I can’t pick just one quote, so I’m just going to sprinkle a few of my favorites through this. Ready? Okay.

I have always loved the idea of loving someone in this life, the one before and the one after. Call me a romantic. There’s just something about that idea that I seriously can’t get over. 

You know that sequence in UP where we see the love story of Carl and his wife and there are no words? This book is the words missing from that sequence. 

“…most people want to be with someone specific for all their existence.” 

 Their story is told 100 different ways. We know what’s going to happen. They meet, they fall in love, they die and then they reunite Waiting Room.  You almost just want them to die because you know that no matter what happens: it’s going to be okay in the end. I mean for once, we seriously know that and we just aren’t making it up. Especially after the Bus Tragedy of 1960. That was so mean, I thought that was going to be the great love story, but nope.  

 “He was my first everything.”

 It wasn’t just the love story though. It was the room. Everyone’s theories and ideas and the fact that we really never know what life after death is. We didn’t get any answers, no solid leads about what happens when we die, but it’s the truth right? We don’t. It was oddly comforting. I loved how that was written. 

“…I want you like belief of which I have none. I want you like love of which I’ve had little…”

 Then just when we start getting comfortable, the one thing that we depended on in the story is taken away and I seriously felt their pain. I had to take another break. Then it was just one story after the next. It wasn’t as fulfilling without the intermission. 

“She was bitter, full of hate. Her insides and outsides don’t match up.”

 Then you get to the last chapter. The last 5 or 7 sentences of the book and I turn the page and then that’s it. Really? Not nice. So of course I had to read the book again. 
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