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A review by macford
Light Years by Tammar Stein
5.0
Beautiful--I loved it. Heartbreaking, lyrical, unflinching. One of my new favorites. It was imperfect and accurate emotionally and so, so genuine. I can definitely relate to the emotions she experiences with all her new experiences in college--maybe that's why I connected with it so much.
Some of my favorite lines:
"I wondered how he knew that. I wondered if he was trying to break my heart. I was still trying to decide that when I fell asleep."
"I gently hung up the phone and sat in bed, blanket around my shoulders like an Indian chief, thinking."
"The observatory was a round little building, all red brick and climbing ivy. It had a silver dome that opened down the middle to let the telescope peer out. This was my ivory tower, and it was beautiful, serene, and safe. Sometimes there were other students there and some nights I was there alone. It didn't matter to me. There was always this feeling of stillness and magical precision. The perfect balance of the telescope, thirty feet long, that could rotate with the lightest push seemed miraculous to me. To get to the eyepiece, I had to climb a narrow wooden ladder, then settle into the padded seat and stay there, hidden from sight, peeping in on celestial activities, taking notes."
(Because of some mature content and intense subjects, I wouldn't recommend for younger readers.)
Some of my favorite lines:
"I wondered how he knew that. I wondered if he was trying to break my heart. I was still trying to decide that when I fell asleep."
"I gently hung up the phone and sat in bed, blanket around my shoulders like an Indian chief, thinking."
"The observatory was a round little building, all red brick and climbing ivy. It had a silver dome that opened down the middle to let the telescope peer out. This was my ivory tower, and it was beautiful, serene, and safe. Sometimes there were other students there and some nights I was there alone. It didn't matter to me. There was always this feeling of stillness and magical precision. The perfect balance of the telescope, thirty feet long, that could rotate with the lightest push seemed miraculous to me. To get to the eyepiece, I had to climb a narrow wooden ladder, then settle into the padded seat and stay there, hidden from sight, peeping in on celestial activities, taking notes."
(Because of some mature content and intense subjects, I wouldn't recommend for younger readers.)