Kissing in America by Margo Rabb

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I don’t know where to start. I had thought this was just going to be one of those cranky YA books that kind of make you feel bad about living. But 80 pages into it and I could see how sorely wrong I was.

Margo Rabb speaks about grief as a portal to blessings. She chooses to see endings attached to the opening of the heart and the expansion of love. I don’t know what struck me most: how my soul resonated with the story of Eva and her grief or how I was learning the art of losing, hand in hand with her.

I felt like the Universe had slyly conspired to place this book in my library checkout pile. After that It had been constantly administered the title in my thoughts, like a ghost that wouldn’t go away until I did what it wanted.

There has been so much resonance here, so much connection, that in end, I wept my pain out, in the last 20 pages or so. It feels eerie how a book can feel like a part of your being, as if its weaved in with your breath and the words have settled in your soul, forever becoming a part of it.


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