Sometimes words are unneccesary when having to review a book so totally cool that you want to read it immediately after closing the covers. I sometimes wish I could do this: and leave it at that. He’s the kind who has dreadful, uncontrollable needs. He’s a pixie-and not the cute, lovable kind with wings. Turns out that guy she sees everywhere, the one leaving trails of gold glitter, isn’t a figment of her imagination. Now Zara’s living with her grandmother in sleepy, cold Maine so that she stays “safe.” Zara doesn’t think she’s in danger she thinks her mother can’t deal. Her father left, her stepfather just died, and her mother’s pretty much checked out. Little wonder, since life’s been pretty rough so far. Zara collects phobias the way other high school girls collect lipsticks.
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