Published by Penguin on 2006
Genres: Adolescence, Death & Dying, Love & Romance, Self-Esteem & Self-Reliance, Social Issues, Young Adult
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Macy's summer stretches before her, carefully planned and outlined. She will spend her days sitting at the library information desk. She will spend her evenings studying for the SATs. Spare time will be used to help her obsessive mother prepare for the big opening of the townhouse section of her luxury development. But Macy's plans don't anticipate a surprising and chaotic job with Wish Catering, a motley crew of new friends, or ... Wes. Tattooed, artistic, anything-but-expected Wes. He doesn't fit Macy's life at all--so why does she feel so comfortable with him? So ... happy? What is it about him that makes her let down her guard and finally talk about how much she misses her father, who died before he eyes the year before? Sarah Dessen delivers a page-turning novel that carries readers on a roller coaster of denial, grief, comfort, and love as we watch a broken but resilient girl pick up the pieces of her life and fit them back together.
My thoughts: Sarah Dessen knows how to reel you in emotionally and connect you with each of her characters. She has one of the most lyrical and poetic writing that I have read and continue to be astounded and wrapped up in her writing. She knows how to keep the reader turning the pages and I cannot read a Sarah Dessen book without a fresh pack of sticky notes on hand.
“Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, to how it holds you to a place.” p. 180
“There is never,” Kristy said adamantly, “a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.” p. 356
“You think you’re so strong because you never talk about Dad. Anyone can hide. Facing up to things, working through them, that’s what makes you strong.” p. 327
“That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about.” p. 374