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Apple and Rain
When Apple's mother returns after eleven years away, Apple feels whole again. But just like the stormy Christmas Eve when she left, her mother's homecoming is bittersweet. It's only when Apple meets someone more lost than she is that she begins to see things as they really are.
A story about sad endings.
A story about happy beginnings.
A story to make you realise who is special.
This was a different kind of book. It wasn't bad but it wasn't the worset book I've read. I didn't quite enjoy how it was writen but I liked the ending. The thing that caught my attention first was the title. It gets a bit dull for a bit. It wasn't my sort of book. If you're into books that don't have heaps of action, this is totally your book.
You know how you read a book as a kid and you just glorify it into this amazing piece of work that you love with all your heart, then you shelve it and don't read it again? I did that with Cathy Cassidy's novels, shiny covers and all. Parked in their alphabetised places on my shelf, unread and untouched in a good, eight or nine years.
And then you pick up another book, read it, love it and associate it with those books you adore? Apple and Rain, you guys. What a book.
Firstly, having Apple and Rain as character names might be the greatest thing in the world. I love it. Secondly, this is so close to Cathy Cassidy's stories that I might actually shuffle my current list so I can fit them in.
This is a beautifully written story. Half revolves around Apple and her family, the other half around her secondary school English class, learning poetry. I love both parts. The poetry created in this novel is fantastic. Here's one of my favourites-
It doesn’t look like war
Unless you examine it closely- with your glasses on,
Drawing your finger over the cracks in the friendship,
We were a pair,
A team of two
Until Donna took her
Swooped down and grabbed Pillar
Like an eagle diving for fish at the edge of the ocean.
I never thought that could happen.
I thought for ever friends meant just that:
For ever and for ever and for ever.
Now I know what it means
Until someone better comes along,
Until the conductor swipes her baton,
Chooses you, not me, and
Ends our symphony.
Stop ittttttt. This story is as beautiful as its writing, and I’m absolutely in love with Sarah Crossan. G o a l s.