In contrast to we were liars, I really liked the
characters in the book and I guess, that is why it was such a heart-wrenching
read. The prose moves between the presence where Mia has been in a car crash
and lost those she dearly loves and her memories of the past, where we see
exactly why she loved these people and others so much. She is trying to choose
as to whether to still live a life she has loved but without so much dear to
her or dying. Obviously this is a tearful read but being yet another teen title
( seems to be my new favourite genre), it is bearable and actually quite
uplifting. A special mention has to go to the grandparents portrayed in this
book, they're the embodiment of what grandparents should be and I'm proud to
say reminded me very much of all my own.
I liked to think we’d spend our last night together singing songs not to mourn or regret, but to smile. With no birds outside to hear us, I wanted the stars to gather in constellations above to listen. But, that’s not what happened. Instead, under a hanging light bulb, Stacy and I read in silence while the world outside hummed on without a passing thought as to what we were doing. The quiet between us went on and on until I gave up reading altogether. Watching her reflection in the wardrobe mirror, she sat on the comfy sofa, her knees hugged to her chest and her headphones pressed against her ears made her look awfully cute. She read a paperback open against her thighs and I knew she could see me watching. When I turned around to glance at her, she said without looking: ‘Stop being so needy, I’m reading your book.’ I went back to my story and she hadn’t even broken through ten pages. Last week I read a novel and said she’d love it and I kidded myself into thinking sh...
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