I’m not sure if it was the best idea to read this at the start of the year, because wow did my heart hurt throughout this. I was angry at Lucy. I was sad for Lucy. I felt for Lucy.

Being young and trying to understand your sexuality can already be a difficult experience, but when you have no family or friends on your side supporting you, it feels impossible.

I fear that Lucy and Susannah’s relationship was always toxic, but can you necessarily blame the when they’re so young? Religion has a way of grasping tightly to those who don’t follow.

It was truly heartbreaking to read about them breaking each other’s hearts. One had nothing and was willing to risk it all, one had everything and was too afraid to risk it for what she actually wanted.

Lucy let fear control her life, and although the ending went where I wanted it to I still felt disappointed. After everything the two girls went through, Lucy only allowed herself to be herself when she was found out.

I loved it. I hated it. I only wanted the best for them. I wanted the book to end already. I never wanted it to end. I like books that make me feel this way.