“I was okay just a moment ago. I will learn how to be okay again.”

I feel as though this is a book that is made for all the souls who can relate to it. It's an anthem to all those who have gone through something terrible, tough, and unfair, and struggled with it. This is a book that is made for people to relate to; to recognize that you are not alone in your feelings.

Marin got up and left everyone behind. She hasn't spoken to anyone. Not even her best friend, Mabel. And now it is the holiday break, and Marin is spending it alone in the dorms. That is until Mabel turns up and Marin must now start to face what happened before she disappeared.

“I have only just learned how to be here. Life is paper-thin and fragile. Any sudden change could rip it wide-open."

This is a book about grief and coming to terms with what life has dealt you. In some ways it's a book about the beautifully broken, but not in the sense that grief and sadness are being glamorized. Rather, there is a focus on the beauty that can grow from a less than ideal situation.

I just really loved this book okay.

The emotion was subtle and permeating. You don't need to have experienced the loss and grief that Marin does to relate. It's the kind of sad, lonely, desperate, and helplessness that can so easily creep up on you and consume you. If you are an emotional person, you will be able to relate.

"She leans over our table and turns the sign in the window so it says CLOSED on the outside. But on our side, perfectly positioned between Mabel's place and mine, it says OPEN. If this were a short story, it would mean something."

The characters are gorgeous and well developed. Marin and Mabel are a relationship that people aspire to, even despite all their faults and struggles. Grandpa is a gorgeous human being and I absolutely adore his story. And can I please have an Ana + Javier in my life?

This is a book I want to read again. It is a book that I could find comfort in.



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