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309 pages, Hardcover
First published March 6, 2018
How was Ivy supposed to know how to handle all these feelings for June, all these feelings at all, if everything she saw and read about and heard about was all boy-girl, girl-boy?
Her drawings didn’t embarrass her; they confused her. They scared her. Because she never wanted to draw a boy in those treehouses and she didn’t really understand why.
Normally, Layla was a good sister. Normally, she was Ivy’s friend. But normally had been sucked away by stormy drawings and tears and tornadoes.
Boys ask girls to dances. Girls ask boys to dances. Ivy tried to remember a time when that didn’t happen at their school – when it was a boy and a boy or a girl and a girl – but she couldn’t.
“It wasn’t easy being a queer girl in a small southern town, much less a black queer girl in the South.”
“It’ll get easier.”
“Most things do.”
It was like they’d forgotten they weren’t alone in this. At least, they’d forgotten they weren’t supposed to be.
Funny, Ivy thought, all the things people could survive that they never imagined they could.
“She slammed the locker shut, her belly full of lightning. But not just her belly – her fingertips and toes, eyes and ears – lightning and thunder and bone-soaking rain and darkening clouds.”
“‘If a person was questioning all this stuff, that person doesn’t have to know all the answers. They don’t have to be sure about anything. They don’t have to label themselves as anything but a human being if they don’t want to…That person can just let themselves feel and think about what they need to. It’s okay to wonder. To be curious. And it’s okay to be sure too.”
“How was Ivy supposed to handle all these feelings for June, all these feelings at all, if everything she saw and read about and heard about was all boy-girl, girl-boy?”
“It made Ivy so mad that June didn’t already know. It made Ivy so angry that she had to reveal this part of herself, that she couldn’t just be and let that be okay and enough.”
“There were dozens of pictures, drawings of the things that made Ivy happy, self-portraits, all the colors of her world, all the things that made her feel like her. Liking girls was part of that, but it wasn’t everything. It was one piece in a bigger puzzle, and when you put all the pieces together, there was Ivy.”
“A girl who was sure about who she was. A girl who wasn’t afraid or ashamed, even if a time came again when she wasn’t sure so anymore. Because Ivy knew that wondering was what life was about. Wondering was how you found yourself.”