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I don't want to wonder if I've really made a contribution. Most people's legacy seems to come through their children.

Family-centric themes of what is normal, right, and good offer little relevance as far as sense-making is concerned for those who don’t have children. Yet many of us are called to the sacred and spend lifetimes constructing fulfilling spiritual identities. I’d like to think there’s sufficient space in the realm of the divine to embrace all those identities, especially for the marginalized.

It’s an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary; not only because I have never done so before, but because it seems to me that neither I—nor for that matter anyone else—will be interested in the unbosomings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl.

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joe is so down bad for beck it's crazy

the second-person POV is weird

Life at Ikea is not like life at Ikea in the movies.

And all the while, I have to be vigilant. I slick my hair back one day and wear it shaggy the next. I must go unnoticed by the people who don’t notice people.

Why do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when we see a painting? Why is there a riot in the heart when we love? Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire?

my copy only has 224 pages, and the copy on goodreads is 586 pages??? i feel like i'm missing things on my end. also, who is bonnie? where did she come from?

these two men would literally never survive in the real world

You won’t remember, they say, when someone drifts away. One minute you are talking about life’s greatest adventures and listening to mixtapes on Monday afternoons, and the next their presence is replaced with silence: a fragile nonexistence with nothing else to lose. But I will always remember our drift. It took up all this space, like a planet with many moons. It was the year you forgot my birthday.

this. book.

Even sadness needs someone in its corner.

what is this book doing to me.

I hope you know you are loved. I hope things get simpler for you, peaceful. Spend your days with easy breaths and soft words. You deserve light through your windowsill. I hope it comes your way soon.

"Were you... watching porn?"

"Orgasms are in," Levi says, which makes Grady hoot.

yea this is so high school. mission achieved, elin and shelby

“Help me”—I still can’t say “deprogram”—“learn who I am, again. How to exist without Alex. How to pick out my own clothes.” When he doesn’t immediately respond, I say, “Please.”

this book is not for the faint of heart

okay like i actually didn't realise they had more kids?? lysbet?? who is this diva??

whoever thought this was a good idea is actually sick.

it's me. i'm the sick one who thought this was a good idea.

Dear Lo, Last night, I had a dream that you were in my arms, asleep beside me. Your hand was curled against my chest, your head rested on my shoulder, and your entire body was pressed against mine. It was so real, so vivid, that when I woke up, the pain of your absence was as visceral as it was intense.

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yea i'm just not getting this one

"But you have to investigate," Lily said urgently. "Surely you need to examine the possibility that his death wasn't an accident."

"There isn't anything to suggest it was anything other than an accident."

what are we doing here. wrap it up.

plot twist lily pushed him in

so. many. side. characters.

“When will I see her again?”

“Does it mean that much to you?” She smiled wanly. “Boq, does she really mean that much to you?”

“She is my world,” he answered.

“Your world is too small if she is it.”

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“Let’s leave her here and run for it!” said the maiden. “The clock said to kill her too, and the little dragon she’s going to give birth to. I don’t want to get caught.”

i’m sorry what.

the favourites is becoming my favourite

that 5 star feeling is tingling

55 pages in and i'm in love with garrett lin too

Once upon a time I was considered ancient. Almost thirty and not married. So old, too picky, I heard aunties say in the kitchen. Something must be wrong with her, the oldest grandchild and still not married. Always reading. Tsk-tsk. But—I had a job. Tenure-track and I was good at it. Turns out, students love professors who are twenty-six and who genuinely care about them.

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this book is actually beautiful