Two chapters into I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson…
I have already fallen deeply in love with several characters, but I feel like tossing this book into a cardboard FedEx box and overnighting it to my cousin because it is just so her. Except I haven’t finished, have barely even started, reading it, and of course, it isn’t even my book to give away (Thanks, Miami Dade Public Library!).
Turning each page I can’t help but think of the French phrase for orgasm, la petite mort, a little death. Every electric sentence kills this book and leads me to its eventual, inevitable end. That’s the curse of every good book: you can’t wait to finish what you never want to end.
What are you reading? Is it this good?