Welp, I caved and read it. I say caved because didn't want to read until finished. Found the time today to read it. I love it. As someone who lost their mother at 12, i do heavily relate to Rowen. I love how the world starts off 'numb' with no color. The only color being in ones eyes, the same eyes looking for any light to spark their lives. The emotional turmoil of trying to process the loss, snapping, then trying to recover and clean up the pain that burst out.
There is a lot to this story, but damn if it isn't a beautiful read. I do want to say that it ain't for the faint of heart or a broken-down heart. Even after 12 years of work, had to take a breather from some of the raw emotional moments.
I know i'm rambling and bouncing, but this is a very beautiful story. I did just finish reading it. I'd say the best way for me to explain my feelings is the song Tattoos by Citizen Soldier. Anyway. Truly a beautiful story that you should be very proud of, both as a writer and as a survivor.