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I think I just found the cutest photo of @joe_sugg & I! Look at my hair!!!

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Kinfolk Magazine’s Flower Pot-Luck with Amy Merrick

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The Sky Is Everywhere is just such a beautiful, haunting book. Firstly, my edition was a gorgeous hardcover diary-shaped book, with blue type and lovely illustrations to go with all Lennie’s poems. All her knowledge is gone now. Everything she ever learned, or heard, or saw. Her particular way of looking at Hamlet or daisies or thinking about love, all her private intricate thoughts, her inconsequential secret musings – they’re gone too. I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I’m watching it burn right to the ground. The tale deals with grief, loss and love - love between family, love between siblings, love between friends, and love between lovers. The novel is essentially an exploration of Lennie’s grief after the death of her older sister, and her subsequent emotional journey.Jandy Nelson manages to capture emotions and nameless feelings so perfectly in her prose and poetry.grief is a housewhere the chairshave forgotten how to hold usthe mirrors how to reflect usthe walls how to contain usgrief is a house that disappearseach time someone knocks at the dooror rings the bella house that blows into the airat the slightest gustthat buries itself deep in the groundwhile everyone is sleeping I could just keep quoting passages from this book. I want to write them all over my walls. There once was a girl who found herself dead.She peered over the ledge of heavenand saw that back on earthher sister missed her too much,was way too sad,so she crossed some pathsthat would not have crossed,took some moments in her handshook them upand spilled them like diceover the living world.It worked.The boy with the guitar collidedwith her sister.“There you go, Len,” she whispered. “The rest is up to you.” And of course, amidst all the heart-shattering goodness, there are also moments of utter hilarity. I particularly like any and all moments relating to the Lennie-plant. You’ll see what I mean. And then there’s the sweet swoony romance. Which is always a bonus.

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