Abby is a character who I find easy to relate to because she is a writer who is quite to fall in love. This book may have a different layout than what you’re used to but it’s worth a read. I have to say that this book did have a twist I really wasn’t expecting at all.
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Turtles All The Way Down by John Green is about a girl who has very tough personal battles with herself, as well as boy named Davis who’s dad has disappeared. Here are some of my thoughts on the book:
(Spoilers duh)
I let your soul drop water into my back in my purple bath and sometimes I can’t help but let you in and consume me but every time I do it I see your soul a little clearer and I’m scared to hear what he has to say once he’s strong enough to speak to me because i’m not ready for that and honestly i don’t think you are ready for me and what i have to offer because i have learnt so much this past while and I now know that you need my fingertips grazing across your back at night to help you sleep and i now know that you need to see the world and i now know how to see new places and how to find home in everywhere I go and I’m so sorry that you don’t get to feel this with me but then again I can’t apologize to the one who turned away.
I am still writing of you
But Here I am
Thought I would feel closure soon
But Here I am
Do you think of me too?
I shouldn’t even ask
Because the answer to that
Would kill me so fast
So I guess all I want
Is a night
Where we pretend
We didn’t fall apart
I feel you leaving
But this feeling isn’t new
You’re like a boomerang
But your distance is getting further
And maybe one day
You will not return
And i’m unsure of the reason why the responsibility of your self-love fell onto my shoulders but
i can’t make you love yourself
and to expect me to give that satisfaction to you is unreal
and the fact you blame me for your self-hatred is unreal
i am me
you are you
‘i hope you’re happy’
i hope you realize how self indulged you are.
you would like it everything I wrote was about you
and i guess I feel the same about you
I’d like to think that my lips are the only ones you think about kissing
But i don’t think the day will come,
the day you decide you only need one.
I feel like a barn in an abandoned field
They’re just waiting for me to collapse so they can rebuild
And Jake,
I rang that church bell on my way home but when you’re alone
it rings differently
Of all the people I chose to spend my time with I don’t think
I spent enough time with you
just tell me you need me
tell me that when you wake up in the morning you need your first breath to be stolen from my lips when you roll over in the morning and kiss me.
I need to believe you when you say you love me.
I need you told hold my hips so tight that when you breath those words onto my neck, I have no choice but to believe you.
Because you see darling
I’m skeptical because so many times before I’ve been told I’m loved
I’ve been told all those classic one lines
“i love you”
“forever and always”
“i could never be without you”
…yet I end up alone.
And darling even sleeping next to you feels empty lately because when your eyes close and I’m stuck awake all I can really believe are the whispers I hear around our bed frame, telling me you’ll be gone soon too.
And I guess I need to hear from you that the voices are wrong.