Just maybe...

Maybe every story is a love story.

I am reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close at the moment by a guy named Jonathan Safran Foer. It has been recommended to me by a friend, and during this past weekend (during which we went away with two sets of friends, which included the recommending friend and his wife, who had also read this book), another of the friends was also reading it. Meaning two identical copies of this book, same English edition (Penguin!), were being transported to Stockholm from Amsterdam and back at the very same time. Spooky.

Anyway the book is about 9/11 and the WWII bombing of Dresden and a family. In short: about love, betrayal, desertion and searching. I don't know yet how it ends. Don't worry, I won't post it on my blog when I do.

But I am curious about this love story hypothesis. I will search for counterexamples, in keeping with the Scientific Method.