Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow was an enthralling read for me, with compelling characters that constantly participated in extremely enthusiastic dialogues that had made me feel personally involved. I obviously loved the story most of all because of Sadie and Sam's ever-changing dynamic and the synergy they had together — their combined zest could always be felt when they interacted. My favorite part of the book is definitely their stint in Massachusetts as they were building their first game together because the tenderness they each had for each other felt so raw and sweet. Thinking about the contrast between the moment when Sadie was with Sam on his hospital bed vs. the cold reality of the ending makes me incredibly sad and reminiscent of a fictional relationship that never existed. As the two begin to drift apart during the second half of the book, I was still engaged but not as consumed by their friendship story. Both characters are a high level of stubborn, prideful, closed-off, and a little selfish, but what hurts the most to read is all of the micro-misunderstandings that happen between them that pull their relationship back. It's a book that I wish ended differently, but I know that if it did, the impression it's made on me wouldn't be as strong. What blurs the line for me is the magnitude of their collaborative friendship/playmate relationship -- is it really more powerful than a romantic one as they keep reiterating throughout the 30 years they're together? Half of the time, it felt like the strength of Sam and Sadie together wasn't as strong as it seemed, and that had me a little disappointed.