Book Title: Willow
Author: Julia Hoban
Number of Pages: 329
Publisher: Dial
Release Date: April 2, 2009

Seven months ago, on a rainy March night, sixteen-year- old Willow’s parents drank too much wine and asked her to drive them home. They never made it—Willow lost control of the car and her parents died in the accident. Now she has left behind her old home, friends, and school, and blocks the pain by secretly cutting herself. But when Willow meets Guy, a boy as sensitive and complicated as she is, she begins an intense, life-changing relationship that turns her world upside down.
Told in an arresting, fresh voice, Willow is an unforgettable novel about one girl’s struggle to cope with tragedy, and one boy’s refusal to give up on her.

I do wish people, who talk about cutting like it is no big deal, pick this up immediately. Specifically, Hoban leaves no doubt in mind the pain that caused Willow to desire a different kind of pain found only in a razor. Hoban did a phenomenal job at exposing the reader into the mind of a girl stumbling in a world of pain.

Guy seemed too perfect with the kindness leaking through his pores. He cared about Willow to a great extent. When in the real world, how many guys do you actually know that would stick around when one of the first things you know is that she hurts herself. I understand that everyone feels guilty–Willow felt guilt over killing her parents, and Guy felt guilt when he realized what Willow was doing to herself–still I lack the ability to really understand why Guy stuck around.

After reading the book, I felt the book was not the best but definitely not the worst. Parts of the story irritated me, but I will not mention them for spoiling the book for readers.

Favorite Quote: “Well, sometimes I worry that my whole life will be based about what’s comfortable and easy. I’ll care too much about what makes me feel good to ever really reach for anything. And then I worry that even if I do, I won’t succeed.”


Listening To: The Truth About Heaven by Armor For Sleep
Thinking: Hmm.. really tired.