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327 pages, ebook
First published July 13, 2017

David’s religion is love.Romance lovers rejoice! Tarryn Fisher has taken a bit of a hiatus when it comes to writing romance, but she is back with Atheists Who Kneel and Pray! Fisher has a style that is all her own. Her words are poetic, profound, and make you think and feel. This love story was a complicated one, but it was still very much a love story.
Yara’s religion is heartache.
Neither is willing to surrender, but religion always requires sacrifice.
“There is no moving on when you’re truly in love. You try and you keep trying, but that love is a stain on your life. It’s just not that easy.”

*Spoiler*
So, true story:
9 months ago Tarryn and I were face-timing (as all besties do), she saying random profund things and me giggling and sighing, looking at her perfect hair and perfect face. Suddenly, I blurted:
"Babe, you should know I worship at the shrine of TF"
"Omigosh, Bibi, you just gave me the idea for my next book. I swear you're a genius, my muse, my inspiration. Love you babe!"
So I ask: is it suspicious that she titled her book in honor of my idea? Is it a coincidence that she wrote a book about a girl named Yara- See? Bibi. Yara. <----- 2 consonants and 2 vowels ( work with me)
She then took it a step further with her poetic words and heart shattering prose (Tarryn is such an overachiever).
Y'all know I'm making this up but, why not. Right?
Anyway, here I am, waxing lyrical about this book. A book that hooked me, not only with its words but also with the atmosphere. If this book were a painting, it'd be "The Lovers" by Magritte.
There's a weary worldliness to Fisher's characters, particularly the female leads. They're never just apathetic, no, instead they strive to not be defined by "love". In fact, they find love and acceptance by, oftentimes, being their most true and awful selves.
AWKAP is an explosive love story about, Yara, a Commitment phobe world wanderer, and David, the music artist who has the misfortune of falling in love with her.
Fisher is a master storyteller and I for one have no words to describe how poignant and beautiful this book is. Hence, the rambling. You'll understand once you've read it.
Sigh, love you bestie. We did it!

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This was what it was like to be worshipped.
Love was a leap of faith. Love was just a word until someone gave it a definition.

Don't let it be too late.
"Love is not a part of something else. It's the only thing."





“So tell me, David Lisey, what's the meaning of love? Enlighten me."
"I've thought about that, actually. It's when you can't get someone out. They crawl inside you and they just live there for the rest of your life.”
“That's why people create art-- because love crawls inside them and they need a way to get it out.”
“How often do we lie to ourselves and say we don't care about something when we do?”
“If someone owned you once, can you ever be free?”


"How often do we lie to ourselves and say we don’t care about something when we do?"
"She was here, she had come. I was into it. She wasn’t just going to be my muse, I was going to make her my wife. A lot of good that did me. A lot of fucking good."
"If someone doesn’t want you, the only self-respecting thing to do is to let them go. Truth, honest to God, I’m not lying to you. It’s that or a restraining order. I’ve seen those guys who wouldn’t let go. Their girls would peace out and they’d lose their shit."
"She’d done this to me purposefully, hurt me with intent. I changed for her, but she hadn’t changed for me. That was the difference. She’d just left me behind."
"Who is really equipped to deal with someone else’s reality? It’s why we’re all so afraid to show ourselves, the vulnerability of being left once our truth is discovered. Also there is no way I’d date me. If I were a man I’d date another man. Men cry less than women."
"So tell me, David Lisey, what’s the meaning of love? Enlighten me.” For a moment I think he’s not going to answer me. He stares down into his drink thoughtfully and when he looks up, his eyes are soft, sincere. “I’ve thought a lot about that, actually. It’s when you can’t get someone out. They crawl inside you and they just live there for the rest of your life.”
"If someone has owned you once, can you ever be free?"
"I’m just a simple man who fell in love with a complex woman.”
“When did you run?”
I shrug. “I’d always meant to. So, I just stuck with it.”
“Don’t worry, Penny, I broke his heart. Have at him. He’s done with me.” - Yara
“Am I?” - David
“I’m here for Yara,” he says. “I came to find her.”
“Yara, I’m just a man, you know? I lost hope and Petra…”
"Mothers—bad mothers especially—made their children feel guilty for existing when they were under stress. “I gave you life” was a popular one, as well as, “I work hard to put food in your stomach!” You wanted to have a baby, or maybe you didn’t and just chose to keep your baby, it still wasn’t our choice to be here, so stop throwing it in our faces that you have to maintain us."

“You don’t forgive because they deserve it. Most of the time they don’t. You forgive to keep your heart soft. To move forward without bitterness. Forgiveness is for you.”
”It’s not true what they say, that you can only give your heart away once. That’s the philosophy of the young. The old know better, they know it’s not the heart you give away, but the mind. Fuck...shit...the mind is a powerful thing. It controls your heart, but most people don’t know that.”

❝ The most twisted thing about being an artist comes when you understand you’re creating for one specific person. The painful part is realizing who that person is, and the devastating part is knowing the compulsion will never go away.❞

