readitsomewhere

I wish I could properly explain how it feels to finish this book. I was sad and happy and crying and content. How Marchetta weaves such a beautiful tale of family and friendship with such flawed characters in such messed up situations is beyond me. You root for Tom, you get exasperated with Tom, you wish Tom would man up, you want to hold him like a child. Georgie too. You want to slap her silly, hold her hand over coffee, hug her and shake sense into her. They are none of them perfect, but I think the book might be. Please never never stop writing, Melina.