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400 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 4, 2016
“Maybe no boy will love me or want to touch me ever, even in a dark room, even after an apocalypse when all the skinny girls have been wiped off the earth by some horrible plague. Maybe one day I can be thinner than I am now and have a boyfriend who loves me, but I’ll still be a liar.”
“Somewhere in this school could be a boy I fall in love with. One of these fine young men might be the one who at long last claims my heart and my body. I’m looking at all the boys going by. It could be that guy or maybe this one."
The way I feel when I’m with her. Like I just swallowed the sun and it’s shooting out of every pore.
And Libby's eyes...
They are like lying in the grass under the sky on a summer day. You’re blinded by the sun, but you can feel the ground beneath you, so as much as you think you could go flying off, you know you won’t.
Because sometimes when you meet someone, it changes the world, theirs and yours.
• Fat Girl Rogue is the stupidest game I’ve ever heard of.
• Like, ‘hug-a-fat-girl-and-squeeze-the-hell-out-of-her’?? Seriously, WhO cOmES uP WiTh SuCH sHIt??
• Jack’s brother Dusty is a lil’ munchkin I’d like to cuddle.
• Also, DIVERSITY. Jack’s half-black.
• Idk how any kid can live up to 16 years without their parents not recognizing they have prosopagnosia.
• Jack’s parents are either very ignorant or Jack is very potent at hiding his condition from them. UNREALISTIC
• But why would anyone want to hide their prosopagnosia from their parents?
• Wait, Brad Pitt has prosopagnosia?? O.o
• THANK GOD, no insta-love
• And YET
• The Libby-Jack romance was forced. Unrealistic. Unsatisfying. Every other un-insert_suitable_word_here
• If you ask me, the prosopagnosia rep was rather dull.
• I still can’t picture how a prosopagnosiac person sees faces. It’s confusing, and may I say, NOT DESCRIBED WELL
• Also did you know, We Have Always Lived in the Castle is the newest addition to my tbr.
• It makes me effing happy to see characters talking about books and referencing books
• LIKE HECK YEAH, WE’RE BOOK LOVERS WE NEED PEOPLE WHO LOVE BOOKS IN OUR BOOKS
• Libby Strout gives me self-esteem goals.
• And Libby’s dad is THE BEST
“You realize you’ve just asked me if you can skip school and borrow money in the same conversation? You realize I’m the world’s best dad?”
• AND LIBBY STROUT IN GENERAL IS JUST THE TAKE-NO-SHIT FAT GIRL WITH ANXIETY PROBLEMS YOU NEED IN YOUR LIFE,,,
• Look at this –
“I look at Elise’s perfect hair and face and figure. Of course people love to watch her dance. Of course she marries the prince. I wonder what would have happened if Elise had looked like me”.
• ^^This book dwells on everything that’s wrong with the world. Like, look at fairy tales for instance. Every other girl is skinny and fair with perfect blond or black hair and blue/green eyes. No fat princesses, no zits ever on any of those flawless faces. No people of color. Same falls for the Princes too. Except for The Beast who also turns out to be a handsome young prince. I mean, more than half of the population is overweight and non-white but we’ve been raised on these stupid stories filled with stereotypes since the beginning of the world. That you need to look good and ooze beauty for you to have a fairy-tale-happy-ending. hOW THE FRIGGING FRIG DOES THAT WORK??
• If you think Libby talks of being fat all the time, think again. That’s what they’re being told Every. Single. Time. They can’t just forget the fact that whenever people look at them they’re being judged for their weight. That’s an accurate rep imo. NOTHING WRONG WITH A FAT GIRL THINKING SHE’S FAT BECAUSE WHAT ELSE IS SHE SUPPOSED TO THINK OF WHEN WE THE PEOPLE DON’T BOTHER TO TELL HER ANYTHING ELSE??
• The ending? Nah. I don’t buy that. I wasn’t really invested in the romance, and frankly this book is more than just the romance. It doesn’t dominate the book. It doesn’t dwindle the actual message.
// buddy read with yam
”I want you to know I’m rooting for you.”
”Here’s the worst thing of it,” I say. “You know how far I’ve come and I know how far I’ve come, but everyone else just sees me for how large I am or where I was years ago, not who I am now.”
But then I see her. Libby Strout. She’s lowered from the ceiling by a crane, larger than life, larger than anyone, and she’s the only one with a face.
”But after I danced you to the door, I’d want to kiss you.”
And now my heart is nowhere on earth to be found. I can see it as it bypasses the moon and the stars and goes blasting into another galaxy.
“Well then, I would let you kiss me.”
By the time we hang up two hours later, it’s 1:46 a.m. I lie there for the rest of the night waiting for my heart to return to my chest.