I’m not certain how to rate or review this book.
The character of Sara was poorly written and vaguely irritating, I couldn’t muster up the energy even to hate her.
On the other hand, I related so strongly to the narrator that at times it was like a kick in the gut and I had to stop and catch my breath.
The ending was excellent and I cried.
Painfully accurate depiction of remaking yourself.
“But I don’t believe in signs. I don’t believe in fate. I believe in self-determination, in renovation, not religion. I belong to the Church of Reality, and our commandments are simple: see what you have. Know where you’re going. Do what you must. What my mother calls signs, I call careless mistakes, a thoughtless careening toward disaster, with a wailing, terrified infant bouncing behind, screaming, No! No, no, no!”
He believes in books more than God.
“Because,” he says, love and hate are exactly the same. And leaving feels worse than staying. All you can do is try to get the other person to make you leave.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” Essie says. “Anyway, I don’t believe in God. God is for weaklings who don’t want to take charge of their own lives.”
I cried and choked on my crying and still beneath it was this: Juniper. She is always there, crouched inside me, twisting me until I don’t know who I am, and I am running but she’s still on my heels, always ugly, always doing it wrong, always hated, always crying, always waiting to drive them away.