The development of Amy’s character is very interesting to read especially during the period where the psychologist trying to help her deals with her grief. However, after understanding her past, it is fathomable as to why she behaves this way. She is also the kind who is very self-centred in which she wants everything to be about her and not about anybody else. She seems indifferent to the love and the care that her parents show after she was released from the centre. I have to admit that at first, I was irritated by Amy’s behaviours. This is the main thing that glued me to this book till its very last page. I admire the way the author excised the feeling of the main character, Amy, to the point that readers are able to feel her pain, her anguish and her guilt. Even though the basic theme of this book has already been explored before, Scott still managed to nail the readers with her concise and gripping writing that delves into the mind that has been severely affected by the loss of a dear friend.
Love You Hate You Miss You is indeed a raw, heartbreaking and poignant read. Is Amy strong enough to get through this trial and tribulation without worrying of losing her own self? So she continues to plug along, trying to bare her parent’s sudden change of behaviour – from one who is indifferent to one who cares too much, struggle through a hard time at school and at the same time fighting the devils that raging inside her head. But she has to live as that is the only way she could penalize herself for what really happened that night. Fresh out of Pinewood – a treatment centre – Amy feels like she has been stripped naked without the presence of Julia. My Review: Seventy-five days have past since the day Amy saw Julia died, since the last day Amy knew how to live, since the first day Amy began punishing herself for the death of her best friend.
Today, I truly believe each day is a precious gift…. I can see it now: Dear Diary, As I’m set adrift on this crazy sea called “life,” I like to think of an inspirational poem I heard not long ago, one that made me weep because of its beauty. Get this, I’m supposed to be starting a journal about “my journey.” Please.
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