on June 16, 2016
Genres: Adolescence, Romance, YA, Young Adult
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Also by this author: Palm South University: Season 1 Box Set, Palm South University
I remember the lights.
I remember I wanted to photograph them, the way the red and blue splashed across his cold, emotionless face. But I knew even if my feet could move from the place where they had cemented themselves to the ground and I could run for my camera, I wouldn’t be able to capture that moment.
I had trusted him, I had loved him, and even though my body had changed that summer, he’d made sure to help me hold on to who I was inside, regardless of how the exterior altered.
But then everything changed.
He stole my innocence. He scarred my heart. He took everything I thought I knew about my life and fast-pitched it out the window, shattering the glass that held my world together in the process.
I remember the lights.
The passionate, desperate, hot strikes of red. The harsh, cruel, icy bolts of blue.
They symbolized everything I endured that summer.
And everything I would never face again.
Monday, 2/13, 12% into this book: This book touches very close to my heart, and I had NO idea it would hit the nail on the head for me (so far). 12% in, and here’s how I’ve felt so far:
First, glad Nat never noticed/felt bad about her weight.
Second, IN LOVE with Willow for being a gold star friend.
Third, mad as hell at Mason for dumping this dime for a skinny bitch!?
Fourth, completely depressed because of how Nat feels about herself at a size 14, when I’m a size 16/18. I’m in her boat. I’ve always been chubby. I’ve been exercising the last few weeks, but it doesn’t happen overnight. I’ve only learned to start loving myself within the past 2 years, though. So, the beginning of this book has angered me (not that the writing is bad, I’m just devastated at the circumstances and the similarities, because we never see people feel bad about being overweight in teen books) and made me cry like four times, reminding me of myself and how bad my self esteem has always been. It’s too close for me; it’s too hard.
Today, 2/23, finished the book:
This tore me up so badly. A Love Letter to Whiskey was my favorite book in the entire world, but now that and this are about equal. I loved this book. I loved that it was relatable, for the most part. It was surreal. This was so beautifully written and emotional, I don’t even understand how Kandi Steiner did it. This book certainly catapulted me into actually being regular with my exercise and made me want to be strong like Nat. Self-image wasn’t the only problem in this book, as later there were much more serious things that were much sadder, but it all came together spectacularly. I think anyone struggling with self-esteem issues or anyone who loves books that swallow you whole should read this. It was absolutely beautiful. Happy reading!