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246 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 16, 2015
Breaking an obsession leaves you feeling as though there is a yawning hole inside yourself. It leaves you thinking that you need something to fill the void


"With fire, broken glass could be heated and remade into something whole. Something still pure despite its initial shattered state.
Love was the fire that burned inside me, and like truth, it burned brighter and hotter than anything. And while some fractures would always remain, they could become places the light shone out through instead of spaces to let the darkness in."












“Don’t you ever need to feel like someone wants you?”I am strung out. Wrung out and utterly sated by this book. I don't normally fly through books this fast but I couldn't stop reading. It was tough. It was emotional and heavy and it was fucking beautiful.
“I was strangely touched, but it sort of hurt too that someone had thought about me, making it hard to speak. He must have heard it in my voice or sensed it somehow through the phone signal translating itself around us.
“My body didn’t just call to his. It fucking yelled at the top of its voice. And my fantasies were becoming by turn more playful, adventurous, desperate.
“But I didn’t want to collect glass today. I was desperately trying to be someone different today. Someone without obsessions and worries and doubts, and the glass collecting would bring the reality of my existence crashing back. I knew I couldn’t escape it, though—the reality of life was like the endless churning of the sea. It was impossible to stop.

Because we are not brittle like glass, but more like the light that shines through it, bright and unending, without hierarchy or reason.
We are not sculptures, still and unyielding --we are alive and unfinished.