kittygoons's Book Journey

”you intimidated me because you were so…” ”what?” I whisper ”formidable. angry, scary angry. you refused to turn that frown upside down. you scared us all year, Samantha Heather Mackey, but we knew the truth too.”

yeahhhh this whole scene isn’t creepy at all, not the boys chewing on the Bunnies’ hair/straps/etc or the duchess winking at Samantha while she’s dancing with Rob Valencia nope not creepy at all!

“we read jane eyre too, you cunt”

oh that’s such a good line and then a few seconds his head just explodes whew this book is so good, bunny 🐇

was that actually rob valencia or was that a rabbit who wished upon a star to be a real boy? or maybe college boys do just absentmindedly chew on your hair and spontaneously combust these days, idk!

“Are we making cake things?” I ask.

oh, sweetie😭 let me hold your hand while i say this,,,,

also, is it bad that this is suddenly making me want to actually bake💀 like pumpkin chocolate chip cookies or sumn

Post-Workshop hug time. A hug to take away all of our owies.

the absurdity is hilarious

yeahhh the casual reference to samantha’s family history of schizophrenia is not a shock at all

when he looks at me, I feel my rib cage open like a pair of french doors. everything that keeps me alive suddenly bare and there for the taking.

I love how delightfully visceral the writing is, bunny 🐇

why do i feel like Samantha is hallucinating this entire stay with Ava and is actually just squatting by herself in the old house?