I felt like I was reading not a book, but a piece of art. The writing seems like it can’t be contained by a piece of paper, like the words are dying to fly out to you so you can experience the story quicker. Although I warn you, if you’re not a fan of purple prose, of prolific metaphors or comparisons, the writing will be much more difficult to swallow for you.
“Her face slides off her face – no one can keep their faces on today – and the one underneath is desperate.”
I absolutely loved this book. it was beautiful, and heartbreaking, and brilliant, and strange. It was a plethora of emotions and thoughts that were just THAT good.
This book is about a broken family, it’s about a girl learning to love again, about a boy trying to discover who he is. This book is about so many things at once but never does it feel like too much. It’s narrated by both Noah and Jude. Noah 3 years ago and Jude now. They both tell us their side of the story, which is extremely enlightening when you find out both sides. I found that I liked Noah’s POV more because between him and Jude, he was the introvert. I felt like I related to him more. Jude came off as irritating to me at first maybe because she was so closed off on the world. It wasn’t until I got to know her through Noah’s POV and as the story progressed that I liked her more.
“I didn’t know you could get buried in your own silence.”
It deals with topics such as grief, loneliness, sibling rivalry, sex, sexual orientation, and family so realistically and so well put together that it’ll be hard for oh to believe that this is a work of fiction.
“How can people die when you’re in a fight with them? When you’re smack in the middle of hating them? When absolutely nothing between you has been worked out?”
The way the story flows from past to present so effortlessly makes me believe Jandy Nelson doesn’t write, but create magic with her hands. This book was magic to me.
It made me smile, laugh, cry, explode in anger, and drown in sadness. It made me want to create something with my bare hands. As I have not a single creative bone in my body, I’ll let my review be my “work of art” so to speak. This book is unlike any other. If you have it on your bookshelf but haven’t gotten to it, read it. If you see it on a shelf in your library, borrow it. I hope you won’t regret it.
“Or maybe a person is just made up of a lot of people,” I say. “Maybe we’re accumulating these new selves all the time.” Hauling them in as we make choices, good and bad, as we screw up, step up, lose our minds, find our minds, fall apart, fall in love, as we grieve, grow, retreat from the world, dive into the world, as we make things, as we break things.