Bookends: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Literature

by Zibby Owens

I am well aware of my privilege,

How can you not be? It's been in every single sentence in this book.

“How do you do all this?” she asked. “How can you just move across the country? It seems so hard. I can’t do anything.”

Avery is the most relatable person in this book

Of course, it wasn’t happening to me at all.

I honestly didn't think she knew this

“Right, well, really this is a bunch of emails from a whiny girl. All those emails with your parents? I mean, all you do is complain. Why? I don’t even get it. I don’t know why you wasted my time with this.”

My review of this book

which I ended up redeeming myself for weekly lessons with Kyle come spring.

Is this going to turn into an affair? Can memoirs be tropey?

Normally I would have changed rooms. Twice.

This doesn't surprise me