These letters are often all that get me through week to week. Even if it’s just random stuff, nothing important, they’re important to me. Gramps is great, and I love working on the ranch. But…I’m lonely. I feel disconnected, like I’m no one, like I don’t belong anywhere. Like I’m just here until something else happens. I don’t even know what I want with my future. But your letters, they make me feel connected to something, to someone. I had a crush on you, when we first met. I thought you were beautiful. So beautiful. It was hard to think of anything else. Then camp ended and we never got together, and now all I have of you is these letters. S**t. I just told you I have a crush on you. HAD. Had a crush. Not sure what is anymore. A letter-crush? A literary love? That’s stupid. Sorry. I just have this rule with myself that I never throw away what I write and I always send it, so hopefully this doesn’t weird you out too much. I had a dream about you too. Same kind of thing. Us, in the darkness, together. Just us. And it was like you said, a memory turned into a dream, but a memory of something that’s never happened, but in the dream it felt so real, and it was more, I don’t even know, more RIGHT than anything I’ve ever felt, in life or in dreams. I wonder what it means that we both had the same dream about each other. Maybe nothing, maybe everything. You tell me.
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We’re pen pals. Maybe that’s all we’ll ever be. I don’t know. If we met IRL (in real life, in case you’re not familiar with the term) what would happen? And just FYI, the term you used, a literary love? It was beautiful. So beautiful. That term means something, between us now. We are literary loves. Lovers? I do love you, in some strange way. Knowing about you, in these letters, knowing your hurt and your joys, it means something so important to me, that I just can’t describe. I need your art, and your letters, and your literary love. If we never have anything else between us, I need this. I do. Maybe this letter will only complicate things, but like you I have a rule that I never erase or throw away what I’ve written and I always send it, no matter what I write in the letter.
Your literary love,
I have been sick for the past few days, now I am sitting here crying.Why I thought I could handle reading Jasinda's book is beyond me. I think I am literally too sick for my own good and now, well now I look like this...
I didn't know much going into this book other than I adore the author. That is enough I thought. Not so much, it is a good thing I was sick so I had tissues next to me. I mean seriously Jasinda what the hell? I think I haven't stopped crying and now I have a massive headache.
This story was beautiful and heart wrenching. I love that the protagonists wrote each other letters instead of texting or calling one another. In this age of social media and technology it was nice to see that they were using paper and pen. They poured out their feelings and drama and opened up to one another.
Cade, is a great lead male. He goes through so many changes in his life and just when I though ok he lived through this he will get stronger and continue on. What I didn't expect was the hurdles then thrown at him. I cried and I don't mean just a few tears my heart broke for this kid. I could never imagine. Then finally I am like okay now he is settled and is moving forward...WRONG
Ever, what a name. Love her character. She is just like most girls with the exception of not having her mom around. That made me sad. I hate when kids don't have their parents around because of life and what it throws. She still has her dad, which wasn't like really having him, but she has a twin sister. Ever's story is sad not as bad as Cade's but still sad. I love the letters between them because you begin to get a sense of who they truly are. Their essence.
Since I do not do spoilers let me put it you this way. Don't ever be sick in bed and think that you can read this story because you will end up like I did like this...
I loved this book. Not particularly while sick because I think it made me more sensitive but none the less Jasinda Wilder knows her shit. She knows how to write a story. She builds it up then
She tears out your heart. Oh but wait she is sneaky she pats your head and you think ok she is sowing my heart back together. Nope she then deposits it in the meat grinder. Yeah I know I lived it. Want to know what is sicker? I loved it. I loved that she was able to pull all these emotions out of me. Words are very powerful especially in written form. Yes, there are times that I had the warm of fuzzies and I swear I never felt it coming when she would rip my heart in shreds and that is seriously awesome.
I promise I am not a masochist its just well sometimes stories are predictable and this wasn't so I enjoyed that. I can not wait to begin the next book!
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