How do I even review this book...? I can only say that I loved every second of it. Because of my lack of words, I’ll just share some lines from the book that stood out to me.

I didn’t understand how you could live in a mean world and not have any of that meanness rub off on you.

I got to thinking that poems were like people. Some people you got right off the bat. Some people you just didn’t get - and never would get.

I felt alone, but not in a bad way. I really liked being alone. Maybe I liked it too much.

I wondered how that felt, to really like yourself.

... I’m not into all this academic stuff. Too much analysis. What ever happened to reading a book because you liked it?

I was in love with the innocence of dogs, the purity of their affection. They didn’t know enough to hide their feelings.

Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer morning could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.

Maybe we just lived between hurting and healing.