A review by isadowski
The List of Real Things by Sarah Moore Fitzgerald

4.0

“I am Grace McAuliffe, and being with you is not the measure of me. The measure of me is how loudly I sing when all feels as if it is lost. How I’ve been able to get out of bed even when my heart was dark with sadness.”

Het boek begon een beetje traag, maar het einde heeft me ontzettend laten huilen.