Hartelijk dank naar Hebban.nl en de uitgever, Xander Uitgevers, voor een kopie van dit boek! Zo blij dat ik een deel kon zijn van het Hebbanbuzz team voor dit boek! Dit is een eerlijke review voor dit boek.
“Yeah, well, he’s never going to find out, is he?”
My marker falls out of my hand and down into the space between my bed and the wall. I expect him to say he’s sorry, but he doesn’t say anything at all, and the silence is weird, like he’s waiting for me to call him out for talking like that. But I can’t. I can’t even believe he said it in the first place.
“The sun stopped shining for me is all. The whole story is: I am sad. I am sad all the time and the sadness is so heavy that I can’t get away from it. Not ever.”
When I hear that she’s dead, I run.
I hear it from the girls in the locker room. It threads through their conversations so carelessly, did you hear a girl from Leesboro died weaving through talk of which girl gave a blow job to Jack Morris behind the bleachers and who’s going to Matt’s party this weekend.
The thread of it snags in my gut, because Leesboro was Maggie’s school.
It’s not her, I tell myself. It can’t be her or someone would have told me; her brother would have called me; someone-
But she didn’t answer her phone this morning.
And last night she didn’t text me good night, and I brushed it off because she’s tired from training, we’re seniors and we’re all so goddamned tired-
But I have to know.
She couldn’t remember the first book she had eaten.
What it had tasted like, how it had felt – the scratch of it as it slid down her throat.
She couldn’t remember why she’d done it. She must have been a baby, a toddler, ripping pages out of a picture book about a talking stuffed animal.
Had the smell of books calmed her down then, as it did now?