As the title suggests, Still I Miss You is about two estranged people who have cared about each other. It had been one of my WIT Month reads last year that I never got a chance to share with everyone on account of my hiatus.
More than a story about these two people or the relationship they once had, it’s about the ways that we miss each other when we can’t be together. The story is told through dual POV protagonists who had a complicated connection in life and a strange one in death. Though there are mentions of a love affair at some point, the book doesn’t dwell on romance in a way that sounded to me like they were in love. They had a connection that haunts them both after the woman dies.
Taking place in part in the after life, the narrative follows both the reflections of the dead woman and the grief of the man who knew her. They both acknowledge early on that they weren’t in each other’s lives much towards the end of her life and even spend time wondering why it is each other that haunts them instead of people who played more prominent roles in their lives. I get that there was a bit of a mystery or unfinished business about each protagonist toward the other and neither had someone special enough in their lives to be particularly insulted by it all.
I enjoyed the surreal nature of the story and the way it was told in reflection of life and the things we grasp for and miss and sometimes are too afraid to try. In that, both protagonists dwell at times on conversations or points of view that they didn’t understand about each other and things they’d never have admitted to each to appreciate. Sometimes it’s not our loved ones or best friends that help us grow, sometimes it’s the jerk in class that never understood us or the one who contradicts everything because of their own experiences. Infuriating as those people are, they can have a really good point in there, and they can be us sometimes too. They can be the ones to haunt us and the people who push us to grow and that we wonder what happened to later.
I really loved that about this story. Isn’t some old flame or a grieving lover, there are other kinds of relationships that effect us and the directions of our lives. Literature never seems to honor these relationships, but maybe it’s just the way it feels. As a whole, I really enjoyed this book. I’d recommend it to anyone for WIT Month and/or anyone looking for a book without a romantic subplot. I’ve definitely been in one of those moods before where I’m just tired of it. That was actually the mood that I was in when I picked this one up and it was rather perfect for it. I mean, there are hints, but nothing substantial. More than anything, I found the format interesting and I enjoy the idea of reflecting on one’s life and beliefs. I’m a bit of a sucker for funeral movies too for pretty much the same reason.