I don't really remember what prompted me to put this book on hold, it's a pretty heavy read. I'd say this book is largely about dealing with loss, which is one of my favourite topics to read about.
Two quotations stood out:
Grief is a ghost that visits without warning. It comes in the night and rips you from your sleep. It fills your chest with shards of glass. It interrupts you mid-laugh when you're at a party, chastising you that, just for a moment you've forgotten. It haunts you until it becomes a part of you, shadowing you breath for breath.
Moving on. It's a phrase I obsess over: what it means, what it doesn't, how to do it for real. It seemed so easy at first, too easy, and it's starting to dawn on me that moving on is a myth-a lie you sell yourself on when your life has become unendurable. It's the delusion that you can build a barricade between yourself and your past-that you can ignore your pain, that you can bury your great love with a new relationship, that you are among the lucky few who get to skip over the hard work of grieving and healing and rebuilding--and that all this, when it catches up to you, won't come for blood.
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