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400 pages, Hardcover
First published October 1, 2019
“If I could find our wreck, maybe I could start to put us back together again. I’d find the wreck, and I’d make us whole.”
Romeo and Juliet once had a conversation that became a sonnet. Alone, they were good; together, they were art. I always wondered what that would be like—to be so in sync with someone, you create.
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"There is some strange feeling in the pit of her stomach — what is that? Longing? This feeling is like: nostalgia for something that didn't happen. No — nostalgia for something that could've happened."
"Liv pulled away and tectonic plates moved beneath us; under miles of ocean, the seafloor split."
"No one thing could fix us, because no one thing was wrong. The fixing would be in keeping going, in trying. Survival was its own quest: we needed to choose to survive over and over again. We had to wash up on shore, and we had to choose to keep washing up every single day. We had to let the survival accrue, pebble after pebble, building a beach from a million tiny moments until suddenly we stopped, looked around, and thought on a Saturday in Maine, I'm glad we're here."
— representation: bisexual MC, sapphic LI, neurodiverse side character (unspecified)
— content warnings: suicide, disordered eating, loss of loved one, panic attacks, underage use of drugs/alcohol