The sky is everywhere

What's great about this book is the voice of Lennie, the main character. When I first started reading this, I was a little off-put by Lennie's voice – it's a unique one and not entirely believable at the jump. Little by little, though, details are revealed about Lennie that begin to explain her strong voice and diction. I love that Lennie is a teenager and experiencing/expressing grief and love in these complicated and super adult(-seeming) ways. This book is full of beautifully written passages that completely swept me away into Lennie's world.

This is not even a coherent review so don't expect it to be. It's just a spilling of my guts, I apologize. Please read this book. I can't even say how happy I am that I finally purchased a copy of this book. I've seen it around the YA community and just assumed it would be another contemporary YA book, nothing wrong with that. But no, this book is beautiful, absolutely incredible. Not only is the prose-like writing style enchanting, the story itself is seriously breathtaking. I want to lay down on the fluffiest comforter in a field and cry and laugh and clutch this book to my chest. I want to own every copy ever printed and simultaneously I want to give a copy to everyone I see and urge them to read it ASAP. I cried on and off through Part 1 and just when I thought it couldn't get better, here comes Part 2. Oh. The emotions in Part 2. I sobbed constantly until the end, and even after that. My glasses fogged up and I couldn't see from crying so hard. There were multiple time I had to lay the book down and just cry for a few minutes until I could pull myself together enough to continue without ripping my own heart out. Overwhelming grief and love felt through words typed on paper. ???? I have no real words right now. I already want to read it again. And again and again, like Lennie did with Wuthering Heights.

In summation, if you haven't, read this book please.

Grief is a houseWhere the chairsHave forgotten how to hold usThe mirrors how to reflect usThe walls how to contain usGrief is a house that disappearsEach time someone knocks at the doorOr rings the bellA house that blows into the airAt the slightest gustThat buries itself deep in the groundWhile everyone is sleepingGrief is a house where no one can protect youWhere the younger sisterWill grow older than the older oneWhere the doorsNo longer let you inOr out.