stargirl

When indoors and not hanging out in front of the computer doing various things that I should and/or should not be doing, I go read a book.  And the book I've been reading for the past two days was Stargirl, a re-read from about four years back.  I remember crying while reading it back then, and now, years and a ton of life-experiece—ugh, how I detest that term!—later, I cried again.  It's one of those books that mean different things depending on when you read it, but the thing is that there's always something in it that will strike a chord in most adults, more than in the children/teenagers the book was supposedly meant for.

This has to be one of my favorite books.  My sister's on the wait list at the library for the sequel, Love, Stargirl.  I'm going to read it too, of course.

Similar books (not really, though, but these come to mind): The Virgin Suicides (high school nostalgia) and The Time Traveler's Wife (tearjerkiness factor), As Long As We're Together (junior high/friendship).