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This is precisely my cup of tea ((begins to weep))

Why am I obsessed right now. Why was that dance EV ER Y THING. Why is the authors Instagram weirdly iconic

I have smiled and then cried on nearly every page so far. I think I love this woman.

Chillllsssssssss *deep breath*

Lol here I go

Whew I am taking forever

From one ER alum to another… *salutes*

Page 22 and I’m already heartbroken. Let me rant for a moment. I am not leaving my son behind at a train station when the man we’re running from catches us there. Listen either we’re trying again tomorrow or you have to kill me first. I am hurt right now! Poor Jude :(

If I finish this with as much adoration that I have at this point in the book right now then Beagin really is the goat

Oh sweet Jesus I am ready for McDaniel to hurt me again

Chills since page one. This writer is a breed of her own. The last line of every paragraph is poetry. Haunting and tender. Where are all the best adjectives in existence? Shakespearean to me. Sister to my heart. Rooting for it all the way.

"Even as thorns slash into its flank, as burrs work their way deep into its fur. / I must project a land of plenty, of ease; a place with no past."

There is a biting, alternative edge on every page of this book. This is precisely the writing I live for.

There is a biting, alternative edge on every page of this book alongside something subliminally precious. This is precisely the energy and writing I live for.

There is a biting, alternative edge on every page of this book alongside a subliminal softness. This is precisely the energy and writing I live for.


"After that night we never played again. It was early enough in the relationship that it didn't feel, at the time, like a wound. But now I think about her all the time. I think about her every time I open a box of pasta."