McCormick is well-known in YA for writing issue novels that deal with hard topics, which is why I both love and hate her stories. I confess I have intentionally avoided this particular book for almost a decade, though I knew it would be a well-crafted novel.
McCormick talks about the things that adults often don’t want to talk about with teens, and she incorporates issues that affect teens into the heart of her stories in a way that is honest, raw, and relatable. Her stories tend to be emotionally painful, but she writes ugliness in such a beautiful way. That’s why I falter every time I approach one of her novels in my TBR. I can never decide if today is the day that I’m willing to become an emotional wreck over a book.
I guess today was finally the day, as I read it straight through (it’s super short), and this book wasn’t as painful as I anticipated. In fact, I found it to be quite hopeful in a dark, whispery sort of way.