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Her thirty-two years
eight years since the night she’d lost everything that mattered,
Why did it take so long to leave?
Chance taken when he was in second grade. Her son looked at her with his bright eyes and impish smile, and something came unhinged inside her.
Thoughts of all the adventures that had been stolen from Chance coiled around her body and squeezed until she thought her pent-up grief and sorrow and anger would melt out of her pores, leaving her as empty and scarred as she felt.
Is grief the only thing making her substantial
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Without a high school diploma, Jess worked to pay her rent and eat, which usually left her no more than a couple of months ahead of broke.
Mr. Kim—the first friend she’d bothered to make in eight years.
she read, “It’s good when a batter does it on the field, but not on the road.”
She’d lived her entire thirty-two years within the same fifteen-block radius in Denver, poor and always one job away from losing everything.
The floorboards creaked, the walls groaned, and doors slipped open on occasion, even after Jess made sure to pull them shut until she heard a click. Bad hinges, Lucy had assured her.
Is this foreshadowing something?
She tensed, turned. Someone stood at the end of the narrow first-floor hallway, reaching for her with long, thin arms. She gave a strangled cry and stumbled backward.
First encounter?
unspooled intestines.
Interesting choice of simile.
hadn’t rung once this week.
Is it usually busy?
Her spells,
Do the individual notes come together in the form of poetry. I like the idea of them being an incantation and the idea that spell can be witchy or refer to a faint.
A mouse, of course, not a finger.
First encounter
“Fifteen.” The number hit her with a force that made her heart expand momentarily, releasing bits of sorrow stuck into its deepest cavities. This girl was nearly as old as Jess had been when her mom kicked her out. Had she looked this young when she became a mother?
Connection
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Lucy just seemed to know what to say—or more importantly, what not to say.
Nice nuance to premonition. Cant help but think of river song, spoilers darling spoilers.
The rock was cool and hard, but it was the only thing that felt familiar.
Something old, something new.
Lucy smiled, piling the loose skin of her cheeks into soft folds around her mouth. “Give
I like this description
“But I’ve learned to be patient with the things I don’t understand because often all that is needed is time.”
“It takes time for all the loose ends to be in one place, but once they are, things tend to move very quickly.”
Why did fplks highlight?
“Sometimes the answers only make sense after all the questions have been asked.”
the thing that bothered her the most also made the least sense. “Why do you even care, Lucy?”
So your foster family moved to Pine Lake?”
Nice subtle illustration of what jeremy has dubbed "small town stupid"
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
The satisfaction that comes from scratching an itch. Wht it does tpnthe pleasure centers of ypur brain.
Witch of Pine Lake.”
warm ribbons of water slipping over her soapy skin,
Nice image.
She should throw the note away. She didn’t need it anymore, but something made her keep it. Like it was a golden ticket that gave her permission to be here.
Nice image. An ordinary yellow post it as a golden ticket in one of wonka's chocolate bars. Is dahl in the library?
She’d add it to the collection and take one of Lucy’s in return.
I don't remember the book. Did her homeless protector give to her?
silly children’s book of poems—
Shel silverstein?
She crumpled to the floor.
Jess has an incident.
The space between her shoulder blades tickled.
Star has an incident
picture
The reveal is more heavy handed than thr others. Too bad.
Jazz
How jazz got his name
Jazz,
I kinda wish star would have named him.
shoved her hands under her legs.
Tick? Habit.
He’d asked her to call him Jazz, but Star had always loved his real name.
the only routine
This desire for routine doesn't sound authentic.
“Hit-and-run,”
Nice reveal.
Star
I keep forgetting how young star is.
brightness
“Don’t lose it,”
Is this a subtle message about hope.
what do you want to be when you grow up?”
I've been guilty of it myself. It's one of the stupidest questions to ask a young person ot even an old one.
read.”
writer?”
How are these connected? Reading and writing are different likes.
“His name was Chance,” she said. “We were best friends.”
Star's reveal
Ben.
Star puts begins to tie the ends
car.
This is it. Where everything getsbtied up.
Nice image.
