Adults like to say it doesn’t mean anything. Not for sure, anyway. All the double-blind studies with twins, and still nobody really knows what it means when you press your palms together, breathe into the little gap, cup your hands–and see stars floating between your fingers.
"Other girls have galaxies between their palms. Me, I have only one star."
I am super busy this week so I only have to read short stories such as this one. Yes, this is a super short story but a very interesting one, though. I kind of wish this was a full length novel. You can read this pretty thing here.
Such a pretty little story. Thoughtful and hopeful, pulling at my heartstrings just enough. I really did like the little world inside this story and enjoyed the simple writing style.
Real rating: 3.5 "I don’t have an ending to this story. I want to say that one day, I woke up and realized the stars in our hands have nothing to do with love or fate, and I stopped being afraid of being alone."
"...when I cup my hands, and breathe, and look at the single star between my palms … it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen."
Eh. This was just alright. I just wrote a review yesterday that I would like more of the stories I've read so far, but not so much with this one. Interesting concept, but I didn't feel like I wanted more of the characters.