The story involves two neighbours both which lost a young life because of an unfortunate gun incident and they are grieving for their loss. This book was difficult for me to read as it deals mainly with loss of family members and grief. "I can't decide if it's worse when people totally forget about that part of my identity or when people make assumptions about it. What follows is how they are struggling to go through a normal day everyday. Both of them feel like losing." This book was difficult for me to read as it deals mainly with loss of family members and grief. What a book 😭 "I can't decide if it's worse when people totally forget about that part of my identity or when people make assumptions about it. But as they attempt to unravel the mysteries of time travel to save their siblings, they learn that the magic of their friendship may actually be the key to saving themselves.more And so the two former friends begin working together to open a wormhole in the fabric of the universe. In spite of herself, Cora wants to believe. She has decided that the only way to fix things is to go back in time to the moment before her brother changed all their lives forever-and stop him. On the day of Cora’s twelfth birthday, Quinn leaves a box on her doorstep with a note. Cora is still grappling with the death of her beloved sister in a school shooting, and Quinn is carrying the guilt of what her brother did. She has decid Cora hasn’t spoken to her best friend, Quinn, in a year.ĭespite living next door to each other, they exist in separate worlds of grief. Despite living next door to each other, they exist in separate worlds of grief. I hope there is no thunder in your vicinity, metaphorical or otherwise.Cora hasn’t spoken to her best friend, Quinn, in a year.
I have discovered the keyhole into my novel's new opening, and the key as well, and as soon as I post this, I shall give it a twist and feel the tumblers of the lock give way. Today I am ready to start putting words to paper again. They must serve some other purpose.īut all is not so grim.
I refuse to believe that there is simply a vast array of empty buildings ready to be conscripted during times of crises. I don't know what these places are used for the rest of the time. These are the most common groups who pay with their lives for our relative position to the sun this time of year. Usually during a heat wave, the city has to open cooling centers throughout the city to try and minimize the number of elderly or homeless casualties. There are only so many layers of clothing to remove. Aside from hiding beneath an air conditioner, there is really nothing a person can do about heat. There are things a person can do to work against cold, and the sleeping is better. Winter may very well be better than summer. Not too many years ago, we went from early November to early April without ever seeing the temperature reach 50°. Winter, of course, grows bitterly cold or brings blizzards which blot out the lines between things. Autumn may be the best season here, cool and crisp, but sometimes we flit directly from summer to winter without blinking, the leaaves yanked from the trees with the weight of snowfalls and frost. Spring here comes late and flickers almost immediately into summer, like a flourescent bulb: off, on, off, on, off, on, on. Summer's lazy warmth always gives way before long to these oppressive, miserable stretches from which there is no genuine relief. Chicago has long been a city of extreme weather. We have had nothing but consistent heat and moisture for days and days and days. I expect hitting refresh will result in a short passage from "The Tempest." Perhaps Yahoo! has hired a poet to interpret the weather.
Instead of "cloudy" or "thunderstorms" it tells me that the current condition is "thunder in the vicinity." It is trouble enough that the current temperature is nearly 90° at one in the morning without such vague, ominous weather reports.
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