are there words to describe my love for this story?
no, i can't find enough.
first, there's copper-haired 17-year-old grady who wants so badly to be loved and to love. she's terribly misunderstood. her mother loves her without really liking her.
and then there's clyde manzer, the 21-year-old man grady loves but who can't really decide if he loves her back. you see, he's a rough-and-tumble guy from brooklyn who's pretty much engaged to someone else.
...and they're crazy together, but their scenes are somehow madly romantic in the way they're simple yet confusing. intentions are always blurred and as the reader, you get to decipher everything clyde says to his future teenaged bride and interpret it as you wish.
but alas, shit always happens and this book's ending is somehow flawless and works, even if it does make the reader want to bang their face into a wall repeatedly.
favorite passage:
A long while: and Clyde too much a part of it: she wished him dead. Like the Queen of Hearts, forever shouting off with their heads, it was all in her fancy, for Clyde had done nothing to warrant the severity of execution: that he should be engaged was not criminal, he was within his rights absolutely: for what in fact were her claims on him? There were none she could present; because, unadmitted but central in her feelings, she'd had always a premonition of briefness, a knowledge that he could not be sewn into the practical material of her future: indeed, it was because of this almost that she'd chosen to love him: he was to be, or was to have been, the yesteryear fires reflecting on snows soon enough to fall. Before she quit the mirror she'd seen that all weathers are unpredictable: the temperature was dropping, snows were already upon her.
Pgs 68-69
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