I absolutely must read every damn book Cecil Castellucci has ever written and ever will write.
Her books make me wish I had a daughter to press the books into her hand, barring that, a time machine to hand them off to a 15-year-old me. (Heh, heh, heh poor Katrina at work, she’s going to end up buying all of them because I’ll be all a-gush on Friday.)
I’m full of good book glee.
(So far I’ve read Boyproof and Beige)
I’m just going to go flail around a bit now.
