Sometimes a book comes a long and it carves out a little space in your heart, where it can live, safe and warm and close. This is one of those books. I went into it knowing nothing about the plot, only that it was written by Ashley Herring Blake who I’m pretty sure is incapable of writing a bad book. But then I started reading, and I wondered how Ashley Herring Blake had looked inside my brain and seen me. This book was me, and it meant the whole world. It is a story of Hazel, who lost her Mum in an accident which she was there to witness. It follows her, her 5 year old sister Peach, and their Mama, two years after the death of their Mum. They have been moving from town to town, and the next rental is a cottage in the seaside town of Rose Harbour. There Hazel has to face a lot of emotions that she hasn’t been able to process, and has to figure out how to truly live when her Mum doesn’t get to. Not only that, but how to cope with the panic and anxiety of anything else happening to those she loves, and finding herself after such trauma.
I have c-PTSD, and I’ve never seen it so accurately represented (except maybe A Heart In A Body In The World) before. Hazel has PTSD, rather than c-PTSD, but every emotion was raw and real and so unfortunately familiar. I was invested in Hazel in a matter of pages, she was such a compelling and honest character. Her struggle to let people in, to allow others to help her, to show that vulnerability, was uncomfortably familiar. And as sad as it was to read, the relief of knowing that I am not alone in dealing with this, was breathtaking. That my feelings, my experiences, my pain is valid. It also helped me to put things into perspective. To know that I would never tell Hazel that she shouldn’t feel that way, or that what happened was her fault, or she should of dealt with it better. That would be untrue. So why do I say that to myself?
Maybe the best thing about this book is Hazel’s journey to healing. It really is a journey, and it’s not linear, because that’s not how healing works. It’s hard and it’s painful and it’s joyful and it’s exhausting and it’s relieving and it’s all of those things wrapped into one. But there is hope, and healing is possible. When you have people who love you, no matter what, when you have professional help to guide you, when you stop blaming yourself and hiding away your pain, you can start to heal. Hazel showed that healing is quiet, and it takes time, but most importantly, it’s hopeful.
Hazel makes a beautiful friendship with her next door neighbour Lemon, and her two friends Kiko and Jules (who is non binary and there is a little bit of romance in the book that just warmed my heart🥺) and they are instrumental in her healing. They show her that she is welcomed, scars and all (both physical and emotional scars!). That she is valued, and loved, and wanted. That she is still worthy of being loved, even if it can be difficult for Hazel to reciprocate that sometimes.
Her relationship with her Mama was hard, and difficult, and they didn’t understand each other but how could they when they never talked? Mama thought it would be better to help Hazel forget, when all Hazel wanted was to remember. This was another aspect of the book that was incredibly personal, but was so honest and they went on such a meaningful journey together.
This is a long review to say, this book is perfect to me. Even without all those emotions I’ve mentioned, it was brilliantly written. Even mundane sentences were made beautiful, and there was plenty of friendship and magic and joy besides all the pain. I think this book could mean a lot to some kids, it meant a lot to me at 22. I want to put this book into the hands of everyone in the world. It articulates everything I wish I could express, and it does so with respect, and honesty, and kindness. It is truly beautiful. Now I just need to convince myself that waiting for the paperback is the money smart thing to do… let’s see how I long I hold out before caving🙈