Wyatt told me once that if tenderness were a disease, I’d be terminal.
Laura Anderson KurkStichwörter: grief tenderness sibling-relationships glass-girl
For a second, I feel a sense of overwhelming grief: for how things change, for the fact that we can never go back. I'm not certain of anything anymore. I don't know what will happen--
Lauren OliverHearing my brother’s words coming out of Henry, this stranger in a strange town, made me feel wild with all the loss—wild and wired with no place to put those feelings.
Laura Anderson KurkStichwörter: romance dating grief young-adult ya ya-fiction glass-girl henry-whitmire meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk teen-books
Most kids grow sullen and angry when they’re working through issues, but Thanet mustered up another kind of bull-headed strength. The kind that sees beyond circumstances to what really matters. How could anyone hurt a soul that lovely?
Laura Anderson KurkStichwörter: dating grief bullying young-adult teen-fiction ya-fiction cerebral-palsy glass-girl henry-whitmire meg-kavanagh thanet laura-anderson-kurk
Uncommon anxiety came to us in common hours when other people were doing mundane things like taking out the trash or checking their phones. But there was nothing to be done for this. We couldn’t change who we were or what had happened.
Laura Anderson KurkStichwörter: family relationships grief depression anxiety mental-illness glass-girl meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk
When Dad was in the middle of a description of the hotel’s laundry facility, I interrupted. “Why haven’t you told me today, like you do every day, that Mom’s going to be better soon?”
He looked up then. His gaze locked with mine and held a promise that no matter what he said or didn’t say, he and I would ride this out together. “I haven’t told you that today, Meg, because I don’t know.
Stichwörter: grief depression separation anxiety glass-girl meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk
It was the first time I discovered that some girls actually sneak out of the house during slumber parties and meet up with boys. I would’ve never known if I hadn’t gone to the bathroom at midnight and caught Macy and Adrienne climbing through the bathroom window. They had on eyeliner, perfume, and cut-off shorts. Their only goodbye a glare that promised retribution if I didn’t keep my mouth shut.
Laura Anderson KurkStichwörter: love grief friendships bullying young-adult-fiction teen-fiction ya-fiction wyoming glass-girl meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk
My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. She’d set her coffee down, making a noise that made me look her way. I’d begun to notice her less and less often, like her colors were fading and blending in with walls. She was shrinking. Or maybe her sphere of influence in the family was shrinking. My dad glanced at her, too, and then wrote something on a napkin.
He slid it across the counter to me—Don’t worry. Come home in one piece. Have fun and act like a sixteen-year-old for a change.
Stichwörter: love family romance grief depression separation mental-illness young-adult-fiction teen-fiction ya-fiction wyoming glass-girl laura-anderson-kurk
The ice cold fear I’d felt, not knowing if Wyatt was alive, pressed into the wall with other girls and surrounded by guys who were unspeakably brave, hit my body again in a wave. This was trauma—the gift that keeps on giving.
Laura Anderson KurkStichwörter: love grief family-relationships young-adult-fiction gun-violence school-shooting teen-fiction ya-fiction glass-girl meg-kavanagh sibling-death
Every moment of our lives we make choices. Most we don’t even know we’re making, they’re so dull or routine or automatic. Some are beyond explanation—like my mom choosing Wyatt’s memory over Dad and me.
Laura Anderson KurkStichwörter: love dating grief choices family-relationships separation young-adult-fiction teen-fiction ya-fiction glass-girl meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk
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