Heart Bones

by Colleen Hoover

I wonder what kind of upbringing is worse for a human. The kind where you’re sheltered and loved to the point that you aren’t aware of how cruel the world can be until it’s too late to acquire the necessary coping skills, or the kind of household I grew up in. The ugliest version of a family, where coping is the only thing you learn.

I've always had this thought myself. I grew up in a balanced household. We were very poor, but rich in love. Sometimes I see people rise up from the worst situations, and their perseverance amazes me. I wanted Beyah to be this kind of person.