
Every Last Word tells the story of high schooler Samantha McAllister and her secret battle with Purely-Obsessional Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Tamara Ireland Stone delves into the stream of uncontrollable dark thoughts that Samantha is unable to turn off, and the compulsions that Samantha finds herself unable to avoid doing. Unable to ever feel truly happy despite her popularity and seemingly perfect life, Samantha's life changes when she meets Caroline, a new friend who shows her Poet's Corner, a hidden room and club of misfits who share poetry with one another.
I loved how Sam was able to find solace through art (writing in her case) as so many are able to do in their lives. Although not necessarily the most realistic story, Stone tackled a lot of difficult concepts without holding back and told a beautiful story. Additionally the poetry included in this book was beautiful and I definitely didn't expect Stone's surprising twist towards the end of the book!
Quotes:
- "After you left I sat in silence. Missing you in a way I didn't quiet understand. Wondering if you'd come back."
- "I didn't go there look for you. I went looking for me...but now, here you are, and somehow, in finding you, I think I've found myself"
- "Everyone's got something. Some people are just better actors than others."
- "Look around at the people in your life, one by one, choosing to hold on to the ones who make you stronger and better, and letting go of the ones who don't."
- "Embrace who you are and surround yourself with people who do the same"
Poems:
Over You
It only took two hundred and forty days
seven hours
twenty-six minutes
and eighteen seconds
But I can finally say it:
I'm over you.
I no longer think about
the way your hips move when you walk
the way your lips move when you read
the way you always took your glove off
before you held my hand so you could feel me.
I've completely forgotten about
texts in the middle of the night, saying you love me, miss me
inside jokes no one else thinks are funny
songs that made you want to pull your car over and kiss me immediately.
I can't remember
how your voice sounds
how your mouth tastes
how your bedroom looks when the sun first comes up.
I can't recall
exactly what you said that day
what I was wearing
how long it took me to start crying.
It only took two hundred and forty days
seven hours
twenty-six minutes
and eighteen seconds
to wipe you from my memory
But if you said you wanted me again today
or tomorrow
or two hundred and forty days
seven hours
and eighteen minutes from now,
I'm sure it would all come back to me.
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I like it when you're here.
Everything is quiet.
Peaceful.
So silent, I almost feel sane.
You take my mind off my mind.
Stay.
Just one more page.
Please?
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I'm not allowed to want you,
And you're not allowed to want me.
So I'll just wait here patiently,
Hoping you'll break the rules.