This book, written by the founder of To Write Love On Her Arms, wasn't what I expected it would be. I didn't expect it to be so much like a memoir, with old blog posts and letters and notes and stories pieced together from years of Jamie's life, broken up by chunks of years with different definitions. It was such an honest book, so open and transparent, so raw in sharing the pain and also the hope, in celebrating life and coming together in the darkness. I am a feeler, and so much of this book resonated with the way my heart reacts to the world around me. I soaked this one up in an evening and know I'll return to it to be reminded of ever-present hope and the joy that comes from living life alongside others and the beauty of community through the highs and lows.