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First published August 7, 2007
He hands me a raw silk box meant for holding photos. It’s heavier than I expected. I don’t realize that I’m just standing there staring until he says, “Open it.”First of all, puuuuuuke. This stuff may have worked in high school, but post-college? This is so Lifetime, schmaltzy, and too saccharine. Second, it’s too fourth-wall breaking for me, with Marcus outright stating “I know how to keep you wrapped around my little finger” and Jessica just drools, mumbles, and nods in response.
I do what I’m told. Inside are at least a dozen black-and-white speckled composition notebooks exactly like the one I’m writing in right now.
At first, I think, How did you get my journals? But then I notice that the spaces reserved for Name, School, and Grade, have been left blank, where on my notebooks they have all been inscribed with the start and end dates of the contents within.
I open one. They aren’t my journals… They’re his.
This realization makes me sink to the curb with the box between my knees.
He sits down next to me and says “I was wrong the other night in the car, when I told you that I had said all I could say.”
I read the first page of the journal on top. There’s no date. But the first line is addressed in a very specific way: My dear Jessica…
And then pages and pages and pages of words, words, words… everything Marcus couldn’t say to me over the past two years, but wants me to know.
“You’re always going to pull stuff like this, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Even though it drives me insane.”
He shrugs. “That’s who I am, Jessica. It’s part of my charm. You wouldn’t want me in any other way.”
And I know he’s right.
What bothers me most, the regret that keeps me up at night, is knowing that [his] words can’t be recovered. They’re lost forever.Translation: Megan McCafferty chickened out. Plain and simple. I remember picking up Fourth Comings for the first time, being so excited to read from Marcus Flutie’s perspective and getting to learn more about Hope (I honestly thought the book would be focused on Jessica’s and Hope’s trip and their time together across the country, kind of a coming-of-age (post-college) story while delving into Marcus’s journals). Instead, we got this whiny, strung-out bullshit instead. To quote TheReportoftheWeek guy: my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined. I was salty then and I’m still salty now!
Marcus proposed marriage and Jessica wrote enough to fill two notebooks about why she shouldn’t.The end.