Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

“And what is love, in the end? Except the irrational desire to put evolutionary competitiveness aside in order to ease someone else’s journey through life?”


I’ve seen this book recommended all over the place. It was a pick for multiple book clubs I follow and ranked as one of the 100 best books of the 21st century (so far) by the New York Times. I don’t feel it lives up to that level of acclaim, but it is a good novel.

The writing was unnecessarily pretentious at some points, and one of my favorite aspects of the book went down the drain about halfway through (see spoiler below). However, the storytelling was beautiful, and I cried at several points. I do recommend reading Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow; I don’t recommend going into it assuming it will be as brilliant as some claim it to be.

I was so happy to see such a close, platonic male/female relationship and a seemingly asexual male character. But then said male character was revealed—in my opinion—to have an improbable sexual history, and he threw a ridiculous fit after realizing his most important relationship would never be romantic in nature.

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𝓟.𝓢. This review was crossposted from Goodreads because it contains actual thoughts rather than a typically facetious single-sentence remark. View all my book ratings and pointless takes on Goodreads or The StoryGraph.