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A review by klb72
The Sun Is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon
3.0
17 year olds desperate and in love. It's so all consuming at that age hey? Neat twists with pressure of potential deportation, race, and bit characters who unexpectedly get their own tale and chapters breaking down a concept one of the main characters has mentioned in passing.
Extracts
[Following Natasha being delayed going through a metal detector by the guard, assuming to the guard she is just another anonymous face, another applicant] Natasha is is not at all correct about Irene. Irene loves her job. More than loves it - needs it. It's almost the sole human contact she has. It's the only thing keeping her total and desperate loneliness at bay. Every interaction with these applicants saves her life just a little.
[Daniel going to a uni admission related interview] Sure, I can be a little dramatic, but that's what it feels like. This train is a Magic F*ing Train speeding me from childhood (joy, spontaneity, fun) to adulthood (misery, predictability, absolutely no fun will be had by anyone).
I fall into that super-self-conscious state you get into when you're with someone new and you really want them to like you. I see all my movements through her eyes. Does this hand gesture make me seem like a jerk? Are my eyebrows crawling off my face? Is this a sexy half smile or do I look like I'm having a stroke?
He thinks my hair smells like spring rain. I'm really trying to remain stoic and unaffected. I remind myself that I don't like poetic language. I don't like poetry. I don't even like people who like poetry. But I'm not dead inside either.
Extracts
[Following Natasha being delayed going through a metal detector by the guard, assuming to the guard she is just another anonymous face, another applicant] Natasha is is not at all correct about Irene. Irene loves her job. More than loves it - needs it. It's almost the sole human contact she has. It's the only thing keeping her total and desperate loneliness at bay. Every interaction with these applicants saves her life just a little.
[Daniel going to a uni admission related interview] Sure, I can be a little dramatic, but that's what it feels like. This train is a Magic F*ing Train speeding me from childhood (joy, spontaneity, fun) to adulthood (misery, predictability, absolutely no fun will be had by anyone).
I fall into that super-self-conscious state you get into when you're with someone new and you really want them to like you. I see all my movements through her eyes. Does this hand gesture make me seem like a jerk? Are my eyebrows crawling off my face? Is this a sexy half smile or do I look like I'm having a stroke?
He thinks my hair smells like spring rain. I'm really trying to remain stoic and unaffected. I remind myself that I don't like poetic language. I don't like poetry. I don't even like people who like poetry. But I'm not dead inside either.