This novel. It wrecked me.
I don’t know how long I sat after, clutching the book. Long enough that my fingers ached. Long enough that my voice cracked when I next spoke. Long enough that my soul cried a thousand ugly tears.
I want to call it gorgeous. The writing is. It’s so very gorgeous, but I can’t forget the hideous, gaping wounds the story left in my chest.
I picked it up intending to read only a chapter or two and ended up reading it straight through. I was unable to step away. Every page, every moment, compelled me to read forward. I don’t even care what got abandoned or ignored in my real life while I read. Because it doesn’t feel like any of it could have mattered, not in light of the paths I just followed, the journey I endured. I still feel the heaviness on my soul. I can’t shake off this story. It clings and begs to be remembered.