I fell hard for this book. Heart-itching, squeal-worthy, big time bulging-eyeballs-love.
The title is perfect, right? An ode to the impossibility of putting all of the teensy intricacies of a crush into words.
A girl. A hunt. But she doesn’t really know how to grasp this thing.
Because it’s all . . .
and . . .
Picture sparkles streaming out of a bottle and a warm kitty snuggle. Impossible for words. Only colorful bursts of feeling.
I love her green dress/red hair combo. Strong complementary colors for a stronger girl. She says she’s not brave, but she’s doing just the opposite.
She leaves a trail of crumbs. Sets a trap. And waits.
It doesn’t work.
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Good question, little girl. (I love that her love parade is marching down Hope Street.)
So when the rain drips down the sign and the marching band has marched on, she is sad. So sad.
I really want to share my heart but I just can’t find the right way to open it.
The thing is, she had. She did. This whole time. And that’s worth a bang-up ending. You’ll see.
This is a perfect thing for any Valentine of your very own.