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380 pages, Paperback
First published March 3, 2015
“People look, they don't see.”
“What have you got against people?"
Finn hated crowds. Thousands of people bumping and churning. "Too many opinions.”
Abruptly, she let go of his wrists and allowed him to push her to her knees. She looked up, waited for his smile.
And then she punched him in the nuts.
The twitch of her nerves was like the beating of a billion tiny wings, as if messages passed from his breath and his hands through her skin and back again, the way bees stroke one another’s antennae, feeding one another by touch.
Funny how you notice how beautiful things are just when you're about to leave them.
“Why do you want to see the beast?”
“Because he is just as pretty as I feel.”
“What have you got against people?”
Finn hated crowds. Thousands of people bumping and churning. “Too many opinions.”
“You said you wouldn’t touch me until I wanted this.”
“I don’t want this.”
That had been weeks ago. Time moved so slowly here, or was it quickly? She had become unmoored from the present, loose and untethered, her mind rolling forward into the future, anticipating, and then dropping again into this torturous, unbearable present.
Here, there, everywhere.
Her face burst into a grin, and it was like watching the sun rise. “Frankenhand”
Later that night, he drew a picture, the first he’s drawn in years.
A sketch of his Frankenhand in hers.
I have found that people never love the way they say they do. They can't. They are just people. Full of lies and sentiment and fear.
He was tired of everyone believing they knew everything there was to know about him, as if a person never grew, a person never changed, a person was born a weird and dreamy little kid with too-red lips and stayed that way forever just to keep things simple for everyone else.
But a pretty face is just a lucky accident. Pretty can't feed you. And you'll never be pretty enough for some people.
"Do you have a girl? Where's your girl? Where's your girl?"
"She's her own girl," said Finn.
He said, "I love you."
She shook her head. "You can see me, that's all."
But wasn't that love? Seeing what no one else could?
“Because we don’t have your typical gaps around here. Not gaps made of rocks or mountains. We have gaps in the world. In the space of things. So many places to lose yourself, if you believe that they’re there. You can slip into the gap and never find your way out. Or maybe you don’t want to find your way out.”ding me with a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.