
this book shredded my soul up a little bit. I don't know what it was about the writing style, but I feel like every time I opened the book I slipped right into that reality. I think I only put it down about four times, but wouldn't have even breathed if I didn't live with and take care of other humans.
my heart still feels broken and tender, while also mended and full. this book was excellent, lived up to the hype in my opinion.
this book is why I consider authors artists too. a true piece of art unfolded through the accumulation of letters of pages.
was she even capable of love? or was she once and now it's all just a game? are any of us capable of love or is it all of us just taming our insecurities in other humans?
I really do believe in love, AND I'm wondering how often these superficial projections are called love. how often we search for missing pieces in others instead of mending them within ourselves.
beautifully written.