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384 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 4, 2021
// buddy read with lots of friends (tag later!)
Alone is an island. It's an uncrossable sea, being too far from another soul, whereas lonely is being too close, in the same house yet separated by walls because we choose to be...this book is very ???!!!
Celia had loved the sea. Loved the whitecaps that foamed like milk, the waltz of sunlight atop the peaks. Kasey did not. The sea was a trillion strands of hair, infinitely tangled on the surface and infinitely dense beneath. It distorted time: Minutes passed like hours and hours passed like minutes out there. It distorted space, made the horizon seem within reach.
They're not sad tears. Not happy tears. Just... tears. Warm as the ache between my legs. Real as the ribs beneath my skin. And for a breath, I forget. Everything. I'm just a body nestled against another's. We're nothing as timeless as stars in orbit. More like two grains of sand before the tide rushes in. Here, then not. Human.
The problem with oceans? They always seem smaller from the shore.
Why is it that I can trust you one moment, and be hurt by you the next?
I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own. Thanks to Text Publishing for the advanced copy of this book.
“The problem with oceans? They always seem smaller from the shore. ”
“I am a vast ocean, the only sea I don’t have to cross, and for the first time in a long time, I remember what it feels like to drown in myself. ”
“Some names are found. Others are earned. This one is both.” The boy, Hero, frowns. ”
“Throughout the course of civilization, humans had looked to the heavens for answers. In stars, they found maps. In suns, they found gods. In the sky beyond the sky, they thought they’d find a second home.”
-Confused.
-Mind-blowing.
-Anxious.
-Depressed.
“Celia had loved the sea. Loved the whitecaps that foamed like milk, the waltz of sunlight atop the peaks. Kasey did not. The sea was a trillion strands of hair, infinitely tangled on the surface and infinitely dense beneath. It distorted time: Minutes passed like hours and hours passed like minutes out there. It distorted space, made the horizon seem within reach.
And it was the perfect place for hiding secrets.”
“Logic ended where love began.”
“We get to choose the places we go and the people we find.” “Do we?” Hero wonders. “I don’t think either of us came here by choice.” Fair enough. “And I think we have even less choice over the ones we’re meant to find. ”
( buddy read w/ may, caitlin, lily, & cath!! )
✔ that absolutely stunning cover (hats off to artist aykut aydoğdu!)
✔ the utterly intriguing premise—which features a post-climate-change dystopia
✔ own-voices storytelling
✔ he fact that it’s joan he’s sophomore novel (i LOVED her debut, Descendant of the Crane)