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A review by panda_incognito
Confessions of an Imaginary Friend: A Memoir by Jacques Papier by Michelle Cuevas
4.0
This is such a beautiful book. Go read it. It's clever, charming, fantastical, nostalgic, endearing, and like nothing you have ever read before.
Since there isn't much I can write about this book which will not spoil the story, here is a quote I loved. I actually first read this book because a good friend shared this quote on Facebook:
"To tell the truth, I was beginning to think you would be in awe of anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. If you could watch them making up little songs, and doing funny faces in the mirror; if you saw them high-fiving a leaf on a tree, or stopping to watch a green inchworm hanging midair from an invisible thread, or just being really different and lonely and crying sometimes at night. Seeing them, the real them, you couldn't help but think that anyone and everyone is amazing.
I guess everyone, I realized, would include me.
But what was special about me? I wondered. I guess you can't always know what those things are about yourself. Maybe because you're too close to see it, like a flower that looks down and thinks it's just a stem. I guess the important thing is to trust that you are. You're special. And the people close to you see it in more ways than you could ever, ever know."
Since there isn't much I can write about this book which will not spoil the story, here is a quote I loved. I actually first read this book because a good friend shared this quote on Facebook:
"To tell the truth, I was beginning to think you would be in awe of anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. If you could watch them making up little songs, and doing funny faces in the mirror; if you saw them high-fiving a leaf on a tree, or stopping to watch a green inchworm hanging midair from an invisible thread, or just being really different and lonely and crying sometimes at night. Seeing them, the real them, you couldn't help but think that anyone and everyone is amazing.
I guess everyone, I realized, would include me.
But what was special about me? I wondered. I guess you can't always know what those things are about yourself. Maybe because you're too close to see it, like a flower that looks down and thinks it's just a stem. I guess the important thing is to trust that you are. You're special. And the people close to you see it in more ways than you could ever, ever know."