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912 pages, Hardcover
First published February 13, 2024
“If space and time and history has taught me anything, it’s you are the love a lifetime.”
“I’m not going to say something inspiring... Nothing about how now that she’s gone, I’m going to live my best life. I don’t know how to live my best life without her, I don’t know how to do anything without her.”
“Took us a minute, took the long way home to get there but we’re here now and I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.”
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"How many loves do you get in a lifetime? That's a question I've wondered before. If you ask The Sun, I've had far too many, and in some ways that's true, I have. But actually, I've only had two great ones."
"One sits here today, holding my grandmother's hand, and the other is dead in a refrigerator on Weymouth Street because I don't know what the fuck to do, and I don't know how to choose it without her.”
Mood of the book:
➸Funeral by Phoebe Bridgers
➸This is me trying by Taylor Swift
➸Bigger than the whole sky by Taylor Swift
➸Die first by Nessa Barrett
If you know me, you know I’m a Magnolia Parks stan first, human second. However—and it breaks my heart saying this— I think I’m not a Magnolia girly anymore, at least not through and through. I still love her, ofc I still love her! but I’ll tell you about this later. Now, why the 3.5 stars? You’d wonder. Well, if you had stabbed me it would’ve hurt less tbh, but… The book was well written as always, Jessa’s writing is always beautiful and it makes you feel things you didn’t know you could feel. That said, I think most of the scenes could’ve been skipped? Like, 700 and more pages and nothing happens…? No drama, no action… idk, I think I was expecting something more. The pace was fast in the beginning and in the end but somewhere in the middle, it was so slow... I arrived at a point I just wanted to get over with it. I’ve already know from the beginning this would be a happy book—romantically speaking ofc—in fact we have a happy ending for Beej and Parks. But can I say I’m not happy? Like, at all???
It just doesn’t feel right yk? I have this feeling in my chest, it left a bitter taste in my mouth bc I’d pictured a different ending for Parks. I’m sorry for all the Beej girlies out there but I don’t have it in myself to like him. In this book tho, I started to tolerate him. He was a good guy. He finally acted like a good partner and helped Magnolia through the hardest time of her life. I appreciate BJ in this book.
But let’s be honest: they didn’t have any chemistry, did they? Some of their convos were very boring and kinda bland? I would’ve liked to read more about the Box Set. I feel like it was too focused on the couple BJParks and idk it was repetitive in some ways? It was so different from the others…
Bridget’s parts broke my heart and I cried so hard I had to take a painkiller for my headache after crying for hours. So prepare tissues and stuff bc you’ll need them in the first chapter already. Grief was narrated beautifully, I think. Grief is always present like a shadow that follows you everywhere, in every corner of the world there’s someone who’s grieving and hurting for a loss, which doesn’t have to be a person. Someone could grieve for anything. And everyone has the right to grieve how they think it’s best for them.
”Grief is funny like that, how it ebbs and flows from you, it's not corked like champagne, a bottle that bursts open, fizzes all out until it's empty. It's more like a kind of weather. A kind of wind. Sometimes it's these horrible gusts that you feel undeni-ably, hurts your ears, makes you close your eyes, chills you right down to your bones, some days it's a pleasant breeze that blows across your face and it's neither sad or bad, it's just some kind of unspeakable tenderness. Some days you feel no breeze…”
“If it wasn’t him, it would be you,” I tell him, for better and for worse. He blows some more air out of his mouth and catches my eye. “In another life, yeah?” I nod and offer him a weak smile. “I’ll meet you there.”
Quotes:
“You’re all here to bury the smartest girl, the sharpest shooter in the whole wide world. But I’m burying my guiding light.”
“I feel that it's important for you to know that even if I didn't love you in the sort of stupid, embarrassing way that I do; if I did, hypothetically, have a choice - I would choose you anyway.”
“I think surprise deaths are the worst. Do you ever think about it? How you love a person who’s made of mostly bone? Because it’s all I think about now. That the thing protecting the heart I would do anything for—that I’d die for—all that’s protecting it is a ribby cage made from collagen, calcium phosphate and calcium carbonate. That’s it. And some muscle.”
“You want a metaphor for it? Alright, here goes. I come from a good family, everyone knows that. My parents were great, roof over my head. I never wanted for much, really, and still. She’s the only home I’ve ever been interested in having. Her body is the walls, heart’s the ceiling. I’ll live here forever.”
“The curves of his chest carved into my memory the same way you won’t ever forget your best day. He is my best day.”
“What do I have to show for this life? Her. It’s her. Loving her. That’s all I’ve got, and he’s saying I’ve not even fucking done that well. Everyone has markers for their life. Ways they remember certain things and times. Stakes in the ground. She’s mine. My whole life, all dotted with and by things I remember about her. She’s how I frame the world.”
“a love like ours—? are you joking?” i give her the magic smile. “we’re what the poems are about.”
Everyone moves around me these days like I'm made of glass. Like one wrong look and I'll shatter. Little do they know that it's too late... All of me already is all shattered. A mosaic of cracks and agony.
How many loves do you get in a lifetime? Fuck. It's undeniable now, isn't it—? I've had too many. None of them are the same, none have felt the same, and all of them I loved incredibly differently.
"A love like ours—? Are you joking?" I give her the magic smile. "We're what the poems are about" —give her a little poke in the ribs— "they'll write TV shows about how much I love you."
That's been this year for me. I've hated it, fiercely for the most part—but then, is this not just the human experience? Shoved into this impossibly deep lake of loss and losing, barely keeping your head above it, then drowning in it, choking on it, somehow surviving against all odds and then reemerging a little bit reborn.
It’s where I live now. All alone in my mind, just wandering further and further into the dark that is the absence of her.
What do I have to show for this life? Her. It's her. Loving her. That's all I've got.
"I feel that it's important you know that even if I didn't love you in the sort of stupid, embarrassing way that I do; if I did, hypothetically, have a choice I would choose you anyway."
"You are the thing that the poets wrote about, you are what the choir of angels is singing about, you are the thing that clouds part above and the sun beams down upon. You're every butterfly, in every stomach. You're my every tender thought."
I've loved this face all my life. It's the sun I pray to, and if what we have is a temple, I built it with my bare hands—I nearly died trying to build this fucking thing. Built it til my hands were raw and bloodied. And I'll die on the altar of loving her, happily too. ╰┈➤ are you kidding me?!
"I am the fox and you are the flower, and you have tamed me."
"How many loves do you get in a lifetime" She gives me a quick smile. "That is a question I've pondered on for a lot of years now…And I've come up with varying degrees of the same answer. That there are lots of different kinds of love that life may afford you the chance to experience over the course of one's life — some terrible, some misguided, some well-meaning, some dangerous, some wonderful but benign, some painful, some when you lose them—are agony." She sniffs and swallows. "If you're lucky, you might get a great one, and I know I'm the luckiest, because I got two."