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A review by ellieafterall
How to Make a Wish by Ashley Herring Blake
4.0
”You live here?”
I follow her gaze toward the lighthouse, my breath sticking in my chest. Such a loaded word—live. It could simply mean existing. Heart pumping blood, lungs taking in air. Or it could mean settling into something. Being a part of what’s around you. Investing.
“For now,” I say.
“For now,” she echoes softly.
this book is sad but good, just like life. and that’s sort of all i think you should know about this. i think the best part about this book were grace and eva: they just felt like they should be together, and they were, and it was glorious. i have only 2 minor complaints
1. their interactions felt very repetitive. i understood that they were both going through some heavy stuff, but ever time they interacted, it’d end up with grace mentioning ballet and eva looking away and then one of them starts crying etc. it basically felt like an extended hurt/comfort fic. which is fine! i just wanted more.
2. i felt like this book was confused if it was a hurt/comfort book or a book about a neglecting mother. there was a huge part in the book where her mother isn’t even referenced, and so I sort of forgot all the build up we had in the beginning of how much grace suffers. and the thing is, grace goes home to her mother every single day. just because the story doesn’t focus on it doesn’t mean she’s not suffering still, and the author suddenly not showing that when it was scrutinized so much before felt inconsistent? like, i was like “oh, that’s still a thing, right” when we get the focus back on her mother.
anyway it was good and sad and I’m glad I read it. these two girls were the softest and gayest and I’m so glad for their existence
She tastes like summer, like running and laughter, and the combination is so heady that I have to force myself to slow down and savor the moment.
I follow her gaze toward the lighthouse, my breath sticking in my chest. Such a loaded word—live. It could simply mean existing. Heart pumping blood, lungs taking in air. Or it could mean settling into something. Being a part of what’s around you. Investing.
“For now,” I say.
“For now,” she echoes softly.
this book is sad but good, just like life. and that’s sort of all i think you should know about this. i think the best part about this book were grace and eva: they just felt like they should be together, and they were, and it was glorious. i have only 2 minor complaints
1. their interactions felt very repetitive. i understood that they were both going through some heavy stuff, but ever time they interacted, it’d end up with grace mentioning ballet and eva looking away and then one of them starts crying etc. it basically felt like an extended hurt/comfort fic. which is fine! i just wanted more.
2. i felt like this book was confused if it was a hurt/comfort book or a book about a neglecting mother. there was a huge part in the book where her mother isn’t even referenced, and so I sort of forgot all the build up we had in the beginning of how much grace suffers. and the thing is, grace goes home to her mother every single day. just because the story doesn’t focus on it doesn’t mean she’s not suffering still, and the author suddenly not showing that when it was scrutinized so much before felt inconsistent? like, i was like “oh, that’s still a thing, right” when we get the focus back on her mother.
anyway it was good and sad and I’m glad I read it. these two girls were the softest and gayest and I’m so glad for their existence
She tastes like summer, like running and laughter, and the combination is so heady that I have to force myself to slow down and savor the moment.