That was sweet! I've read this one a dozen times before, but I enjoy it. I don't think I've encountered many stories where the second book picks up maybe half an hour after the first one ends! I'm glad to finally have context on Jim's backstory so I could enjoy it properly.

I'd had no idea they made Wishbone books and now I've come across at least three different series. This is a super sweet adaptation that does reasonable justice to the original, considering it's a kids book.

Loved this one since forever, of course, because it's about books. Or more specifically, one book. I wish the book Ryter was working on was available, because he's such a great character and I'd love to know who he was before we met him.

The never-ending game of “oh my god THIS is the book I've remembered for years!” Can't believe I actually found it. It's a good variant of a post apocalyptic novel, and apparently there's a sequel, which I had no idea.

That was great and not at all what I expected. I would like how much I love Sydney to be registered officially, please.

Okay, so this is not a book to read if you're already sad! You might be smiling by the end but the middle is just a whole lot of gut punches. Triggers for suicide and homophobia as well. Silvera is a great writer but, yeah, just really excels at the painful stories.

Cool that freaking hurt, ow, really sweet and great but ow. Apparently Silvera just specializes in books that'll cause you pain? I do love books with a ton of little interwoven moments, though, and this was a brilliant example.

God, I love when I find fiction that reads like an emotion. This one's a ghost story and historical fiction at the same time, and I just. So good. There's a lot of catch-your-breath lines where it manages to express something so well that you have to pause for it.

Things I liked, and things I didn't-which is true of pretty much all books, really. Well written and painful, which based on the artist character is probably what the author was going for-something that matters.

I had this when I was a wee small and Matilda was my favorite movie in the world and until yesterday I thought I'd hallucinated it because I couldn't find it, until I stumbled across it at work. Me? Crying over finding a beloved childhood book? Absolutely.