Something like happy

Annie and Polly's unusual friendship makes you appreciate life: the precious, the painful, and the powerful!

Dear Eva Woods,

I loved this book. I loved both the books you have written. Heck, maybe you've written more than two (I'm going to check as soon as I'm finished writing this “review)—I sure hope that's the case. You, my friend, are a damn good writer. Amazing, even. You make me believe in your characters, root for them, and have my heart torn up to bits by the realities you have then face. But then you take those little heart bits and throw them up like confetti into something tragically magical. It's the weirdest and best feeling to get from a novel. You have a gift and I'm so glad you are sharing it with the world. Thank you.