Oh my god this book

Where do I even start? How do I explain the masterpiece that is this book?

Margo had me cackling, gasping, gagged, stressed, screaming, raging, stomach dropping, heart in pieces, pillow covered in layers of dried tears both happy and tragic and everything in between. I wanted to shake her, I wanted to hug her and pay her rent for a year, I wanted to show up and bring her candy and hold Bodhi so she can go shower and sleep. Her strength and resilience and absolute brilliance when the world was falling apart around her, her pulling up her big girl pants and doing whatever it takes to care for and love her baby, god I love her. She embodies everything it is to be a woman! A mother!

All my life my faith has been a rollercoaster. Sometimes I don’t know who God is, sometimes the way I think of Him is scary and intimidating. But I read this book and I see all the flaws and holes and messed up things every character does, and my hand is held as I walk down their journey and I’m shown all the places they’re hurting, all the ways they’re trying, and it makes me think that maybe this is how God sees us. And that’s what Rufi Thorpe’s writing did for me.

Run to read this book, please. I can’t wait for the day that I read it again.