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It was very reflective for me. As a 20 year old woman, this poem in particular really resonated with me:
“And so you’re nineteen lying in your bedroom, eyes damp and breaths heavy, wondering why love hasn’t swung your way. Although you know young love is just false hope, you still crave to be wanted by another heartbeat. Your name on someone else’s lips and spoken softly in your ear. But there is this vast void between now and then that terrifies you deep down to your bones. Background noise becomes haunting thoughts. The idea that you won’t ever be wanted. You won’t find someone who will unconditionally love you. You might never feel reciprocated love. So you sit there in the shades of grey and pray that one day your thoughts will be proven wrong. Until then you dream endless fantasies of how it would be. You drape your arms over your ghost and dance the night away. You lie in bed and stare at the vacant spot next to you and whisper conversations you wish to have. Because it’s the closest thing you have to what you so desperately want and even though it only blackens the void more, you’re addicted to the feeling of being loved. If only it were real… “
I really enjoyed this book. I recommend for all young women ❤️
“And so you’re nineteen lying in your bedroom, eyes damp and breaths heavy, wondering why love hasn’t swung your way. Although you know young love is just false hope, you still crave to be wanted by another heartbeat. Your name on someone else’s lips and spoken softly in your ear. But there is this vast void between now and then that terrifies you deep down to your bones. Background noise becomes haunting thoughts. The idea that you won’t ever be wanted. You won’t find someone who will unconditionally love you. You might never feel reciprocated love. So you sit there in the shades of grey and pray that one day your thoughts will be proven wrong. Until then you dream endless fantasies of how it would be. You drape your arms over your ghost and dance the night away. You lie in bed and stare at the vacant spot next to you and whisper conversations you wish to have. Because it’s the closest thing you have to what you so desperately want and even though it only blackens the void more, you’re addicted to the feeling of being loved. If only it were real… “
I really enjoyed this book. I recommend for all young women ❤️
Some standout lines, but overall, felt more for college me than now me
emotional
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While I did find this book to be enjoyable, I don't find it particularly memorable. It had some pretty quotes, and the beginning and middle had some pretty prose which I enjoyed reading. I will not carry these quotes or the thoughts they evoked within me beyond this cold, rainy night, but I do not think that diminishes its value. I felt there were definitely some undertones of tumblr poetry, but I think anyone who has ever been smitten in love with anybody can fall victim to it, and just because it is not artistically appealing to me does not mean someone else will not find solace in it.
emotional
reflective
fast-paced
My brain works in bursts of insights too. Reading this was very similar to a look inside my Brain. While not everything was relatable at the moment, it has been at some point in my life. Heartache is transformative.
cliché after cliché
This read as a cross between a high school diary and a early 2010s tumblr page. I went in with high hopes and felt so completely letdown. It also was just over self-deprecating. I didn’t feel sorry for her; I felt annoyed by her.
However, I know that 20 year old me would have ate this up. So while it’s not my cup of tea right now, I know there is definitely an audience for this.
This read as a cross between a high school diary and a early 2010s tumblr page. I went in with high hopes and felt so completely letdown. It also was just over self-deprecating. I didn’t feel sorry for her; I felt annoyed by her.
However, I know that 20 year old me would have ate this up. So while it’s not my cup of tea right now, I know there is definitely an audience for this.