Date Published: (first): March 27th, 2014, (second): June 3rd, 2014
Date I read the book: July 1st, July 9th-July 10th, 2015
“DON’T BE SORRY. YOU’RE RIGHT. MY GOSH, I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW RIGHT YOU ARE.”
If you check out Goodreads’ synopsis for this book, it pretty much sums it up.
What it doesn’t tell you is that, despite their disability and disorder, they’re life can have the same problems as what we normal people would have–not that they’re not normal, they’re just different, but that doesn’t make it a bad kind of different.
Only their problems are more hard to solve. But not impossible.
This is the kind of book that would enlighten people to how people with Cerebral Palsy and OCD feels like, and how they try to live every single day knowing that their differences can make it hard for them, but still being brave enough to step out of the door and try to be the best they can.
“I want someone to talk to me honestly about things. You’re the only person who ever has. Maybe you don’t know this, but when you’re disabled almost no one tells you the truth. They feel too awkward because the truth seems too sad, I guess. You were very brave to walk up to the crippled girl and say, essentially, wipe that sunny expression off your face and look at reality.”
This book showed me that we are all not perfect. Even those who have disabilities, are not perfect– not because of their disability, but because of who they really are inside.
The characters are all different and have their own personalities that made the book more enlightening. How people can bring you up or pull you down, knowing which people would stick out for you, and/or stay with you no matter how problems got harder to solve.
This book told me that friends are not the type that just goes with the flow (or with your flow), not the ones that puts a fake, sugary smile and tells you things you want to hear…
Friends are the ones that would tell you what they think you think is right or wrong. They know you well enough to point out the right and wrong doings of yours. Aren’t afraid to tell you truth, because telling you the truth would deepen and strengthen your friendship, than lying in front of their faces.
And it told me how people doesn’t have to look at the physical side of another person just to love them.
“Matthew came along and pointed out the holes in her thinking. He stood in front of her and told her he’d come, not to climb her tower but to shatter it. In his clumsy way, he was like a prince who arrived in sweaty armpits and bad hair. At least I’m here, he might have said. That’s better than nothing. And it was.”