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352 pages, Hardcover
First published September 26, 2017
"They don’t expect me to be—" I let out a breath.
"A human being?” Jamie blinks at me.
I feel my entire body getting hot. I feel like I’m being interrogated. I feel offended.
“Upsetting dad wouldn’t help anything. Giving him something extra to worry about when he has two little babies isn’t an option. I won’t make him unhappy just for the sake of needing someone on my side. I won’t be like mom.”
...split-personality, narcissistic, psychopathic mom.
🌹 CHARACTERS
🌷 PLOT
🌹 WRITING
I draw five humans and one skeleton, and it doesn’t matter that the skeleton has all the right bones and joints—he will never be the same as the others because he doesn’t have the right skin.
I don’t want to need him anymore. I want to stand on my own two feet. I want control of my own life and my own emotions. I don’t want to be a branch in someone else’s life anymore—I want to be the tree on my own.
I draw a girl with arms that reach up to the clouds, but all the clouds avoid her because she’s made of night and not day.
🌷 REPRESENTATION (a really long and super personal rant)
Thank you to Simon and Schuster for generously providing me with a beautiful review copy! This did not affect my opinion in any way.
All quotes were taken from an advanced copy and may differ in the final publication.
"But some people are just starfish. They need everyone to fill the roles they assign
I draw a girl with arms that reach up to the clouds, but all the clouds avoid her because she’s made of night and not day.
I live my life in the small place between “uncomfortable” and “awkward.”
People terrify me. I’d probably spend the whole night wishing I had the superpower to make myself invisible. I don’t know how to be any other way.
I’ve always felt like I desperately needed to say my feelings out loud - to form the words and get them out of me, because they’ve always felt like dark clouds in my head that contaminate everything around them.
I draw a dragon breaking free from its grave and finally seeing what its wings and fire are for.
“I want you to tell me a story. Tell me anger. Tell me sorrow. Tell me happiness. Just tell me something that matters to you.”
It’s strange — hope can make you forget so much, so quickly. That’s why hoping is so dangerous.Kiko Himura’s relationship with Angeline, her mother, was emotionally draining and noxious. She knew that her love for art was her one-way ticket to get into Prism Art School in New York — her chance to get away from her mother, the memories she wanted to forget and the constant guilt she always has.
Other people occasionally visit, but they don’t stay forever, because we are the creators. We make the rules.***Thank you to NetGalley, Lina Langlee of Black and White Publishing – Ink Road, and Akemi Dawn Bowman for providing me an eARC in exchange for a fair and honest review!
THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL, GUYS.
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I totally forgot to add this to my currently-reading shelf, because I was busy relating to the Asian & anxiety rep, and tearing up over things.