There’s something delightfully symmetrical about starting the year with this book, after starting 2019 with The Wicker King.

Anyway, there’s this weird category of books where everything is a million times more intense than real life. Everything anyone says is deeply analyzed and meaningful, decisions are life-or-death, and every action is incredibly intentional. It’s odd, because of course, writing is this way. Everything is intentional for the author — but people don’t really act this way in my experience. So it’s a weird kind of surrealism to read a book that makes no effort to disguise that intensity, and I kind of love it. I wish the world was more intentional. I wish I were more intentional. The Weight of the Stars absolutely is one of these books (The Foxhole Court is another example that comes to mind).

I love that it’s about girls who love space — like me. I love that it’s about a found family of people healing each other and healing together. I love that some things are mysterious and some things aren’t. I loved the cameos by Jack and August from the previous book.

Not sure why it took me so long to get here since I loved The Wicker King too, but life happens, I guess.