John Green meets Rainbow Rowell in this irresistible story of first love, broken hearts, and the golden seams that put them back together again.
Henry Page has never been in love. He fancies himself a hopeless romantic, but the slo-mo, heart palpitating, can’t-eat-can’t-sleep kind of love that he’s been hoping for just hasn’t been in the cards for him—at least not yet. Instead, he’s been happy to focus on his grades, on getting into a semi-decent college and finally becoming editor of his school newspaper. Then Grace Town walks into his first period class on the third Tuesday of senior year and he knows everything’s about to change.
Grace isn’t who Henry pictured as his dream girl—she walks with a cane, wears oversized boys’ clothes, and rarely seems to shower. But when Grace and Henry are both chosen to edit the school paper, he quickly finds himself falling for her. It’s obvious there’s something broken about Grace, but it seems to make her even more beautiful to Henry, and he wants nothing more than to help her put the pieces back together again. And yet, this isn’t your average story of boy meets girl. Krystal Sutherland’s brilliant debut is equal parts wit and heartbreak, a potent reminder of the bittersweet bliss that is first love. (From: Goodreads)
This is a sad story, a twisted story, a rather angry story. Grace is…how does she even deserve to be a person?
here are some quotes that I’d love to share with you ⬇
Grace looked unclean and unhealthy. I mean. I’d seen junkies that looked in better shape than she did that morning. (I hadn’t really seem that many junkies, but I’d seen The Wire and Breaking Bad, which totally counts.)
Well…that’s great description.
Option one: So…are you, like, a cross-dresser or something? Not that there’s anything wrong with that; I’m just curious.
Option two: What’s up with your leg, bro?
Option three: Youre definitely some kind of junkie, right? I mean, you’re fresh out of rehab, yeah?
Well…personally I will just leave her alone.
Because I never realized that you could fall in love with humans the same way you fall in love with songs. How the tune of them could mean nothing to you at first, an unfamiliar melody, but quickly turn into a symphony carved across your skin; a hymn in the web of your veins; a harmony stitched into the lining of your soul.
This draft is so beautiful.
“Maybe Dracula wasn’t a vampire, just a raging alcoholic who was constantly hungover.”
We both turned to find its source: a tall, not unattractive blonde guy with a bunch of tall, non-unattractive male friends.
Lol. My logic is functional. Just a bunch of very attractive guys.
Becuae you’re worth nothing less than stardust, but all I can give you is dirt.
Oh, and that’s romantic enough.
Grace lived in him. Every hour of everyday, he was there with her. The scent of him on her skin. Grace was the ghost, not Dom. Two people had died that day, but one of them still had a body.
Okay. To be honest, I think Grace is really really sick.
People are perfect when all that’s left of them is memory.
Truth. 👍 totally agree with this one.
That there was a grand love going on here, but it wasn’t my own, as I’d hoped; I was a side character in the peripheries, a plot device to keep the main characters apart.
Aren’t you just annoying, poor lil Henry? You shouldn’t have barged into her life at first place.
And all the while I loved her, just as she loved him.
In secret, between the shadow and the soul.
The last sentences were what tore my heart apart. Yes, they did.
My rating: ❇❇
I loved the ending of this book very much. I guess I just didn’t like Grace because she was using Henry the whole time! For Christ’s sake, if you’re not ready, don’t do it.