Jill’s Reviews > The Bright Years > Status Update

“It’s ten thirty. On New Year’s Eve. You’re eighteen years old. Don’t you—” “Nineteen.” “What?” “I’m nineteen. Like, six months now.” My eyes bore holes into his absence, so present between us. “Right.” He brushes past it. “You’re nineteen

This book is killing me. I am trying so hard not to cry