H Cecelia Ahern has a distinct type of writing and technique that remains almost unchanged in all of her books.

She manages to always keep the interest intact, to cause excitement and anticipation, to use simple and unadorned language so as not to tire the reader, and also to always deal with original, perhaps risky but also eternal debatable themes.

In "I'll Find You", the center of the story is all the lost people-animals-objects that disappear mysteriously and their destination or the place where they end up.

The Place of Forgetting in the Lost Valley of Tears

Could be a clear characteristic of our story.

Where does love go when it dies?

Where does the forgotten smile of someone we love end up?

Where is the land of the lost souls?

Do all those who disappear and remain unseen meet somewhere in a parallel universe?

Is it certain that whatever is lost will be found again, whether it is something animate or anything inanimate?

Such questions are created in the plot of the book and I can say that the final answers are not fabrications or prejudices.

The conclusions, of course, touch on the philosophy of thought and the beliefs and experiences of each person.

Even if the whole theme of forgetting and loss is indifferent or seems exaggerated here for some, the journey offered by this book, as well as all the knowledge, the memories, the different ways of dealing with things, and the alternative nature and order of things that you can get are significant!

Happy reading!!

This book truly struck a chord with me upon my first reading.

No wonder, then, that it gave the impression of a return home upon my second encounter.

There was simply something special about this place where all the things one couldn't find elsewhere seemed to gather.

It held a great appeal for me, and the same went for the main character with whom I could easily identify.

I adored the sweet moments, such as the therapist who dressed like a sock to make Sandy, who did the same, not feel isolated.

I loved the people she met in the place called Here, and how those who had never met before shared an instinctive connection.

This is a profound book penned by a compassionate author.

Perhaps I will even pick it up for a third reading?

It has that kind of charm and depth that keeps drawing me back, making me eager to explore its pages once more and discover new nuances and meanings.

Who knows what further insights and emotions it might evoke with each subsequent reading?

Cecelia Ahern.

At first, I thought her name was written as Cecilia Ahern.

Yes, that's usually how it is, right? Cecilia?

And the way Cecilia was written just now made me sure, WOW.. This Cecilia Ahern is really a Westerner! Isn't she a famous person in Ireland?

But then when I looked again, it turned out her name was written like this: CECELIA.

This finally made me think and investigate.

*Get ready to put on the voice of Feni Rose*, "Could it be that... Cecelia Ahern... actually comes from West Java? *JENGJENG!!* We will present the facts... sharply... as sharp as Silet!! *JENGJENGJENGG!!!*

Up to this point, everyone is confused.

Why West Java, Far?

Well, yes. Look at her biography. What year was she born? 1981.

So she's older than me?

And in West Java, what is an older woman called? Teteh. Or Ceceu.

And since her nickname is Lia, I call her Ceceu Lia.

Well, I don't need to continue. Rather than being unfollowed en masse. My credibility is at stake here. *ehem*

*Take wudhu* *Perform sajadah* *Pray*

*Oh Allah, forgive this broken brain of Baim, Oh Allah.*

Ignore the above part..

Let's move on to the review part. The more normal one.

I've read 2 out of 3 novels by Cecelia Ahern.

The first one is P.S. I Love You (and my boyfriend kept saying, \\"P.S. I love you… P.S. I love you..\\" when he first found out that I was crying out loud after reading that novel. Yes, I love you too, Boyfriend) and A place called here, which I will be reviewing this time.

The third book I will read is Thanks for the memories.

The books by Cecelia Ahern that I read are always in English. The first one is in the form of an e-book, which is still in my phone until now, and the second one is a novel that I borrowed from the library.

In terms of the story idea, I admit that her story ideas are brilliant.

If the first book could make me cry so much, the second one could make me curious until the last page.

These books make me understand what the main characters are thinking and feeling. But they don't succeed in making my imagination soar even higher.

In my opinion, a book that successfully conveys the author's ideas is a book that successfully makes the reader reflect on the story in it. For example, making me think about what I would do if I were Holly, or if I were Sandy Shortt, or if I were Jack Ruttle.

The books that have successfully built my reflection on the story are Sophie's World, although the first reflection I got was that I would throw away those unlucky letters if I were Sophie.

And Coraline. The reflection of which is that I would give a different reaction to door number 14. (ok, it's Coraline. Isn't it annoying that I'm trying to tell everyone how to pronounce Coraline correctly by writing out the pronunciation continuously? hahaha *crushed with a mallet*)

But the books presented by Cecelia Ahern are so real. So logical. That there is no other choice for the reader. Or if there is, the reader cannot make a story as interesting as the one written by Ceceu Lia.

What I mean is, what choice could I make when I'm faced with the same situation as Sandy Shortt? From the beginning, it's clear that Sandy Shortt is not me at all. Sandy Shortt, whose name is contradictory to her physical appearance. Her hair is no longer sand-colored. It doesn't match the name Sandy. And she is definitely NOT short. It doesn't match the name Shortt.

What about me? Farah. Even the people around me who are not Sundanese and can pronounce F instead of P like to cruelly call me, \\"Parah Parah\\".

I thought only Sundanese people couldn't pronounce F. Usually it's P.

*And my dad comes over while grumbling and with his hips thrust out, \\"Who said that?? Only PITNAH people can do that!!\\"*

heleuh..

Second, Sandy Shortt has an obsession with finding lost things. While I...

For example, a case like this:

"Where is my phone data cable...?" *rummaging through the drawer.*

*Two hours later*

"Where is my phone data cable...?" *rummaging through my mom's hijab basket*

"Oh, I'm too lazy to look for it. I'll just use Babi Air's for now.."

*Three days later*

"Where is Babi Air's data cable? I'm dead.. Mine has been found, now it's his turn to disappear. Dammit!"

I'm not that obsessed with finding lost things. If something of mine is lost, I'll just use something else for now. If it's still lost around the house, at most in a few days, or months, or at most a few years later, it will be found.

But maybe that's the main purpose of Ceceu Lia. To give limitations to her story which, I admit, is spectacular and doesn't give the reader a chance to ruin the story line with an imagination that sometimes soars and explodes.

The story of A place called here is so familiar. Because if I'm not mistaken, some similar ideas have been brought to the big screen before. For example, Jumanji, and the high-tech version of Jumanji, Azura.

I will give a hint here. This is the spoiler.

Where did Sandy Shortt actually go?

In my opinion, she didn't go anywhere. She was trapped in her own mind, unconsciously唤起 all the information she knew about the cases of missing people she had ever handled.

Why didn't Sandy Shortt meet Donal Ruttle there? Was it because Sandy already had a hunch that Donal had died?

No, because Sandy hadn't had a chance to meet Jack yet. So she hadn't stored more in-depth information about Donal.

*Smiling satisfactorily*

I will read this book again. And after that, I will read all of her books again.

Light enough that it didn't require deep thought, interesting enough to keep me turning pages, yet not so gripping that I couldn't put it down when I needed to sleep.

The story is about Sandy Shortt, who is quite the misfit. Firstly, she is extremely tall, which is in sharp contrast to her surname. Secondly, she is very logical and organized, and has an urge to search for missing things and people. It all began when her neighbor Jenny-May vanished when they were both ten years old.

By the time the story commences, Sandy runs a missing persons agency. She has reunited numerous lost family members, but there are still several unresolved cases that she has studied intensively.

Then Sandy herself disappears and finds herself in a different world: one filled with people and objects that have mysteriously vanished from the real world.

It's bizarre and surreal... and yet, in some strange way, the story works. In this strange other world, there are socks, phones, wallets, and even sofas... all of which have disappeared without a trace. There are also some of the people whose cases Sandy was working on. They have settled down, sometimes even getting married and having children, accepting their new lives after being there for a while.

The writing is excellent; the story is delightful and unexpectedly touching in places. It's also strangely believable - it doesn't feel like fantasy at all. It makes you wonder if there could really be a world out there where all the missing things and people end up.