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378 pages, Hardcover
First published September 1, 2015


"..Then she started crying--like really crying. Bent-over-on-the-floor crying. Mom came in and tried to help. I was standing over them, watching it all go down. I am just so sick of this shit." (Really now? Those were your first thoughts?!)
"I can't imagine that any sibling is more frustrating that my own."
"It's bullshit," he said. "I hate it. I hate it--SO--MUCH." He looked up at me. "West, I would love to have just one day where I didn't think of solipsism... or depression... or"--he whispered--"...or even Laurel. Am I monster?" (No, Silas. But you are a slimeball and that's close enough.)
"At least soon you'll have Trudy back too. But you're all I've got."
"And Laurel," I said.
"I suppose. And Laurel," he conceded.
"I don't know, Silas," said Gordon. "There are minds that hiccup sometimes--skip like an old record player. I don't know how to right the needle."
Silas frowned. "I don't know about record players, but when my CD skips, I usually just give it a smack, and it sorts itself out."
I laughed, in spite of the conversation's heavy tone. "Yeah," I teased. "Why don't you just slap Laur--her--when she gets stuck?"
Silas laughed and stuck his tongue oat me. (Am I the only one who doesn't find this funny in the slightest? I just don't think her illness is a joking matter.)
"Sometimes she embarrasses me. Sometimes I'm... ashamed of her. When she showed up today? It's so obvious something's wrong. And that makes me ashamed of myself. I'm my sister's keeper, and I don't want to be." (Le sigh.)
"Laurel, get up!"
She rolled over suddenly, saw me, and gasped. "West! My gosh! What are you doing?" she exclaimed. "You scared me!"
"I-I'm sorry." I said. "Silas said you weren't texting him back; we just wanted--to--to make sure you were okay."
"I was taking a nap," she said crabbily. "I don't usually text while I sleep. Do you?" (Here, Laurel shows awareness of being asleep and waking up to reality. Dialogues like these make me forget she has a reality disorder.)
"I don't have the luxury of seeing people's faces, which forces me to see their hearts."
"Rescue wears masks, you know. It's why people say it's darkest before the dawn. Sometimes things take a long time to make sense. Could be years and years - or only a weekend. Or they might never make sense. But that doesn't mean you stop trusting that the world is being rescued."
"If you look around the world, it seems pretty clear that God favors redemption over perfection."
This review was originally posted on One Curvy Blogger
WARNING! This review is physically killing me to write, so if its terrible and completely random, I apologize. Even weeks later, these feelings are spilling out of me and I can’t seem to put them into words to form a cohesive sentence. Just know that I freaking loved Truest even if my review is a jumbled mess. Got it?"So the good days I swallow like grace on a spoon."
"I want Laurel to be happy. I want to not care if Laurel's happy."
"But she's not," I whispered.
"And I do," he added.
"'Unfortunately', said Gordon with considerable kindness, 'I don't have the luxury of seeing people's faces, which forces me to see their hearts.'"