Reading this book last year left a mark on me that time hasn’t softened. Even now, returning to it feels like pressing on a bruise that never fully healed. There’s a quiet, lingering ache in its pages one that settles deep in the chest and refuses to leave. It doesn’t just tell a story; it lives inside you, reshaping your thoughts long after you’ve turned the last page. What makes it so powerful is its ability to stay with you in fragments certain lines, emotions, and moments resurfacing unexpectedly. It’s not the kind of book you simply finish and move on; it becomes a part of you, almost like a wound that never quite closes, only learns how to exist. This is not an easy read, nor is it meant to be. But it is unforgettable. 😭

Reading this book last year left a mark on me that time hasn’t softened. Even now, returning to it feels like pressing on a bruise that never fully healed. There’s a quiet, lingering ache in its pages one that settles deep in the chest and refuses to leave. It doesn’t just tell a story; it lives inside you, reshaping your thoughts long after you’ve turned the last page. What makes it so powerful is its ability to stay with you in fragments certain lines, emotions, and moments resurfacing unexpectedly. It’s not the kind of book you simply finish and move on; it becomes a part of you, almost like a wound that never quite closes, only learns how to exist. This is not an easy read, nor is it meant to be. But it is unforgettable. 😭