“Life is funny isn’t it? Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about something, and feel like you know what direction you’re heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east is west, and you’re lost. It is so easy to lose your way, to lose direction. And that’s with following all the signposts” - Love, Rosie.
Love, Rosie or When Rainbow Ends or whatever it is called, the novel is still by far one of my favorite since a teen. Call it a cliché love story with a predictable ending, but I love it. Watching the movie with a very familiar backdrop of Toronto's cityscape as well as my alma mater makes it even more reminiscent of some sort.