had no idea whose pov i was reading half the time but maybe i'm just a silly egg ya know!had no idea whose pov i was reading half the time but maybe i'm just a silly egg ya know!...more
“i feel like space garbage. straight-up low-orbit debris, incinerating in planet pendley's stratosphere."
camp fogridge has always been juliette’s home
“i feel like space garbage. straight-up low-orbit debris, incinerating in planet pendley's stratosphere."
camp fogridge has always been juliette’s home, one that’s wholly hers. except it isn’t anymore, not when childhood rival priya pendley shows up as juliette’s cabinmate and risks ruining her final summer before she says goodbye forever.
can we talk about summer camp for a sec?
it’s been a hot minute. over a decade, really. camp & i don’t exactly go hand in hand but i was stubborn. still am. i take quiet pride in being the first physically disabled kid in the country throwing it down in the wilderness.
i kind of hate that i grew up. that i started to forget.
or so i thought.
can you believe erin gave me all these memories back?
the heat of a campfire, sweaty bare shoulders pressed together, singalongs floating on a breeze. musty a-frame cabins, heads resting against splintery wooden beds. sliding face first into mud, kayaking across a river, shrieking down ziplines. a kind of magic once left behind.
i love how alive this book made me feel. for a moment, life has whimsy & i believe once again! all at once my bones are saturated in nostalgia & hope & melancholy & growing pains!
a difficult truth: in recent months, i rarely gravitate towards ya novels. ya is, & will always be, my forever home which makes it all the more terrifying to realize i’m straying from a path of comfort & familiarity. i’m changing, wrapped in unease.
juliette reflected some of this at me. the euphoria of finding something special & wholeheartedly Yours. how precious the family you forge through it is. the bittersweetness of loving that something so deeply you never want to let go but knowing some day, you’ll have to. the grief of not understanding who you are outside of it.
i hold tightly to the thought that for as long as this book–erin’s words–exist, then so will that quintessential ya home will. you will grow & you will stray. but you can drive for miles & miles & that home will always be there. you can change & your skin might fit differently & your features could shift but that home will always be there. & it will always recognize you whenever you feel like dropping by....more
there will always be something so personal about the fear of change but alas i currently cannot think past the fact that the emo trinity is now technithere will always be something so personal about the fear of change but alas i currently cannot think past the fact that the emo trinity is now technically part of hist fic (yes i will argue that this novel is hist fic it is set in 2008) it is hurting my old bones
(4 stars but docking 1 due to a hp reference)...more
mc's mom gets a kindle and immediately downloads hockey smut. is this fucking play about me???mc's mom gets a kindle and immediately downloads hockey smut. is this fucking play about me???...more