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Rachel Jackson _achajackson — I bought Sam some non-homogenized milk today and it got me to thinking...

Melisha Kreppein _rep8175 — This was indeed one of those books that seemed to have been spying on my life. I found many moments of truth and I really, really identified with narrator, Cameron. The nature of female friendships is so complex, and I've never before read a book that tackles this particular subject, and so well. Some favorite quotes are below. See Tamara and Jenn's reviews for more. "With moving, I have always been partial to the in-between, the blurred highway outside the window, that suspended time when everything you were lies behind you like a molted skin, and everything you might become shimmers at the horizon. You might choose anything and make it happen, constrained by nothing but your own imagination, sure that not even gravity can hold you." p. 77 "So Sonia was not my only, or even my first, best friend. She was the last. It wasn't that I hadn't made friends since, just that I thought myself past the age of that particular kind of friendship. Adult friendship doesn't grant you an exclusive, isn't meant to be ranked above romance and family. I couldn't imagine ever living that moment again, when you say, with a shy and hopeful pride, 'You're my best friend.' The other person says it back and, there, you have chosen each other, out of everyone else in the world." p. 114 "Nothing is stranger than the familiar become unfamiliar. A house on your street that you never stopped to see before, so that it seems to have been dropped into place with its rosebushes, its bicycles in the yard, like a fairy cottage appearing from the mist. A birthmark on your back that you never noticed in twenty-five years of looking at your own skin. Why, you don't know anything, do you? The world can crack open like an egg, spill fires into forests, rivers into streets." p. 126 "Strange how uneasy I was at the thought of actually getting what I wanted. Maybe I was afraid of exchanging desire for disillusionment." p. 184 "Here was the secret of this house, the thing it took bravery to face -- that to go on loving someone means to over and over allow the necessary pain." p. 272