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Everything Deb Caletti writes is gold. ♥_♥ She's so wonderful at writing in those little details that make characters feel real and true. My favourite of her works for details that sparked true with me is The Nature of Jade but this runs a close second. And I love her forever for looking at love and need and what separates a healthy relationship from one that isn't. Just look at this.
GORGEOUS. TRUTH. BEAUTY. I am one among many concerned about the state of YA paranormal romance but if every girl who picks up Twilight reads Stay too I think they'll all be okay. (Also her prose is stunningly beautiful, just let me give you one more quote:
DEB CALETTI, PLEASE KEEP WRITING FOREVER.
You read all kinds of books and see all kinds of movies about the man who is obsessed and devoted, whose focus is a single solid beam, same as the lighthouse and that intense, too. It is Heathcliff with Catherine. It is a vampire with a passionate love stronger than death. We crave that kind of focus from someone else. We'd give anything to be that "loved". But that focus is not some soul-deep pinnacle of perfect devotion--it's only darkness and the tormented ghosts of darkness. It's strange, isn't it, to see a person's gaping emotional wounds, their gnawing needs, as romance? We long for it, I don't know why, but when we have it, it is a knife at our throat on the banks of Greenlake. It is an unwanted power you'd do anything to be rid of. A power that becomes the ultimate powerlessness. Right then, on the beach with Finn Bishop, I learned that the most true-love words are not the ones that grasp and hold and bind you, twisting you both up together in some black dance. No, they are the ones that leave you free to stand alone on your own solid ground, leave him to do the same, a tender space between you.
GORGEOUS. TRUTH. BEAUTY. I am one among many concerned about the state of YA paranormal romance but if every girl who picks up Twilight reads Stay too I think they'll all be okay. (Also her prose is stunningly beautiful, just let me give you one more quote:
But images are all wild things that will do what they wish. They haunt like ghosts; they mingle, like guests at a party, with guilt and hope and revision; they pack up and leave altogether. They spin and collide, even as you anchor the rope and the sail billows on a beautiful September day. Even as he shifts the boat ever so slightly so the sail is as full as it can be.
When that happens though, you realize that all of it is with you still. All of it. You remember. The remembering, and that wind, is what pushes you forward.
DEB CALETTI, PLEASE KEEP WRITING FOREVER.