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On page 19 it talks about her mom and how her family is dealing with the death. They miss her a lot and it’s really hard for them. It’s hard to
Ever imagine someone that means so much passing away, and I can’t imagine how hard it is to recover from it.

I think it’s very brave of her to take a big step and change her name. Not many people go that far. The fact that she is as passionate as she is about it, shows how important it is to her and how much she loves poetry.

She was saying Mr. Smith face was more red than she’s ever seen his face was. This was when she told him she was gonna change her name and become a poet. I think he was in shock because many people don’t go as far as changing their name and she was really adamant about it.

She has decided to change her name. She felt like her name was boring and she needed a more exciting one. She feel like this will get her out there in her career of writing because it’s different and not like everyone else.

It started talking about how she wants to be a famous poet one day. I found this ironic because this book is actually a long poem. She’s connecting her future to the books structure.

The books starts off by saying how she looks different from others. She’s not in the popular group, and just basically an outcast but, she was f always like that. Her mother did die from cancer, and I believe that’s probably the reason she has changed. The death took a huge tole on her.

Fun!

Fun! And quick reading

Fun! And quick reading

Oh, what fun. Love the playful rhyme with nothing formal about it. Clear and poetic and fun so far.

Starts slow. But getting interseting little bi little.

I think I just miss my best friend too much and that's why this book is winning me over. #longdistancebestfriends -- "You know/ we're superglued at the hips,/ and at the hearts, too."

"We're missionaries,"/ Twig said one night. / "We preach the letters of/ the alphabet, and how they/ can save you, if you/ combine them just right."

"It was surreal: a crazy-hazy/ daisy petal of a heavy metal/ dream made real by just/ stealing words from/ the dictionary and mixing them up."

"Ssh," I said. "'Twinkie' is a curse/ word here in the health food world." -- that's because Twinkies are an anti-food. Chock full of preservatives and God knows what and there is absolutely nothing that remotely resembles food in its chemical makeup. The end.

"Surprisingly, disguised/ as heartburn,/ I had a slight yearning/ to turn around/ and stay in the town/ I knew by heart."

"The silence returned,/ and our muses churned./ The cool thing/ about Twig and me/ is that we don't need/ to talk. / We can be quiet/ at the same time. / No-Obligation Conversation." --the best kind of conversation in existence.

"Let's make a/ list," I said,/ of everything/ we need to do/ for the road trip."// "We don't need a list,"/ Twig said. "Pack clothes. / Write poems. Eat, sleep,/ pee, breathe."

"Do what you want,"/ Pops said,/ shaking his head./ His voice was soft. / "You're eighteen,/ and you think/ you're an adult. / It's not my fault. / It's not your fault. / Do it. I can't stop you anyway." Gee whiz. I like that the story didn't waste any time. Sister Slam starts her adventure right off.