“For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.” -Anne Lamott
This book is quickly becoming one of those places I know I’ll return to again and again. Reading this book is like exploring a new world and returning home again all at the same time.
he looked at her in astonishment, as if she held the whole universe in the cracks of her wild, light-crimson palms. and she could feel the ache in his heartbeat, which screamed for her to glance at him. so he could see the storms raging in her stripped-down eyes. he wished to learn about all the atoms beneath her hardened shell; he wanted to learn about the negative and positive components that had been designed in the elements of matter embedded into her skin. he fell in love with her, as if she was chemistry.