“I have never looked into my sisters eyes.  I have never bathed alone.  I have never stood in the grass at night and raised my arms to the beguiling moon.  I’ve never used an airplane bathroom.  Or worn a hat.  Or been kissed like that.  I’ve never driven a car.  Or slept through the night.  Never a private talk.  Or a solo walk.  I’ve never climbed a tree.  Or faded into a crowd.  So many things I’ve never done, but oh, how I’ve been loved.  And, if such things were to be, I’d live a thousand lives as me, to be loved so exponentially.”

“I think her sacrifice showed a lot of courage and love.  But you don’t get over a loss like that.  Maybe there are no losses you really get over.  No matter how things play out in the end.”

This was an amazing story, about conjoined twins, Rose and Ruby.

I don’t really know what to say about it,  I am not a book reviewer, or a writer.  I feel like I can’t do it justice by a quick synopsis, or giving my thoughts as I read the last word (it was “gosh” and a sigh).

This book, which I came by accidentally at a book sale in the foyer of student services at the school where I attend, it reminds me why I read.  It’s a perfect example of ideas, of a story, that is worth more than bubble bath entertainment.