How To Make Friends With The Dark
Author: Kathleen Glasgow
I think this book is a famous one. I was 30% in and then I stopped because it was getting a bit too much for me …
I cried, each time I picked it up. And my mood was noticeably low as I’m reading it that my friends told me to stop reading it for a while. Yea. It was bad. Which meant, IT’S A GOOD BOOK!
Tiger
Sometimes I’m so grateful for Cake I could burst
Tiger
“Why can’t you ever just fucking leave me alone?”
Cake’s mom
She must have left something
I say, “Don’t you think it’s a little crazy that I have to go live with complete strangers when adults spend a lifetime telling us kids never to trust strangers?”
“You’re funny. Don’t lose it. That’ll help you.”
“If there’s anything in here I should know about, now’s the time,” she murmurs.
“Like what?”
“Dangerous objects, drugs, things like that.”
I stare at her. “You got me. That tampon is really filled with weed and I’m an expert at using a mascara wand for a shiv.”
She grunts. “Like I said, keep being funny. That’s the best weapon you could have.”
Karen
“Once, one of my cases was a little boy who’d never even had a milkshake before. He was amazed! He said, ‘All of this, for me?’ I think it took him a good hour to finish the whole thing, he went so slow and took such care with each sip. He was trying to make it last.”
Tiger
Fighting, drinking, drugs. I don’t do any of those things anyway. But maybe I’ll start now that there’s no one to care.
Lala
Grief is a process your body and mind have to go through, Tiger. There isn’t a cure.
Tiger
Maybe by yelling at my mother and telling her those horrible things, I set off some domino effect, tripped a wire in the cosmos, and changed my path and now I’m being taught a terrible lesson.
Tiger
I don’t know what days are supposed to be anymore. What I’m supposed to be doing. Because a mom tells you that, usually.
Get up. Eat. Pack your backpack. Brush your hair. Do you have homework? Stop texting and do your math. Should we have pizza for dinner? Look at you, you’re getting so beautiful. Why are you so grumpy? Am I not allowed to call my own daughter beautiful?
It is very sad, to witness a 17 year old, go through grief. When I picked up this book, I hoped to learn how to cope with grief. Because you know, we will all go through it one day. But I wasn’t expecting to feel those emotions, as if they were my own. I cried so much reading this book. And I’m not even halfway yet. I will pick this book up again soon. I will finish it. It’s a really good book. A very sad one, but very good indeed.