“According to my mother, no book is only a book. A book can improve your mind or it can break it.”
Thirteen Doorways, Wolves Behind Them All by Laura Ruby (Balzer+Bray 2019) is amazing. It broke my heart and mind at every turn.
Starfish by Akemi Dawn Bowman (Simon Pulse, 2017) is a nuanced portrayal of the harm anxiety can wreck on a person’s life. Kiko’s difficulties happen side by side with toxic family relations, friendships full of love and understanding, and a budding romance. Kiko’s art is her release and her story centres around her search for an art college where she can nurture her talent and escape her past.
“I live my life in the small space between uncomfortable and awkward.”
I accidently uploaded my review of Breathing Underwater by Sophie Hardcastle before I finished it. If you momentarily saw it before I unpublished, you’ll just have to wait to read the final.
Kind of ironic when I just blogged about wanting-to-take-back-something-you-put-online of My Life as a Hashtag.
As with Dex and Lacey in Girls on Fire by Robin Wasserman in the 1990s, River Phoenix had my besotted heart somewhere between Sneakers and My Own Private Idaho. So when I came across Last Night at the Viper Room by Gavin Edwards, I had to read it. And the reading hurt. Not so much remembering my teenage infatuation, but remembering those I’ve lost and the drugs that did it. Remembering the first time I watched Drugstore Cowboy and what we went on to do.