Yup. Just like that.
Seventeen-year-old Lennie Walker, bookworm and band geek, plays second clarinet and spends her time tucked safely and happily in the shadow of her fiery older sister, Bailey. But when Bailey dies abruptly, Lennie is catapulted to center stage of her own life—and, despite her nonexistent history with boys, suddenly finds herself struggling to balance two. Toby was Bailey's boyfriend; his grief mirrors Lennie's own. Joe is the new boy in town, a transplant from Paris whose nearly magical grin is matched only by his musical talent. For Lennie, they're the sun and the moon; one boy takes her out of her sorrow, the other comforts her in it. But just like their celestial counterparts, they can't collide without the whole wide world exploding.Lennie writes poetry and pieces of it dot the book, literally-- "found" pieces start and end chapters, almost like illustrations, scribbled on paper cups, bathroom walls and lost envelopes. Phrases like "Grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us... where the younger sister will grow older than the older one" and "Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us" made me stop and sigh.
A good book entertains me. A really good book makes me stay up reading until I'm finished. A really, really good book makes me fundamentally rethink the way I write (and writhe a little with envy). Guess which category this book was in. (A hint: At the moment, this book has only one 2 star rating on Amazon, and no 1 star ratings at all. Zero. None.)
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