A review by baancs
Marlena by Julie Buntin

reflective slow-paced

3.0

Great loneliness, profound isolation, a cataclysmic, overpowering sense of being misunderstood. When does that kind of deep feeling just stop? Where does it go? At fifteen, the world ended over and over and over again. To be so young is a kind of self-violence. No foresight, an inflated sense of wisdom, and yet you’re still responsible for your mistakes. It’s a little frightening to remember just how much, and how precisely, I felt.

About how a short intoxicating friendship has shaped one person’s life for years to come. There was some beautiful writing in this, but I just couldn’t really connect with the characters and the story.