100, NG46, F52, E97 / WG54, M48, NA9, D3, B7, C1

Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby

Mein hunderstes Buch dieses Jahr, und das drittletzte von dieser Autorin, wenn man die Kurzgeschichte nicht zählt. Auch dieses Buch ließ mich bis zum Ende - das glücklicherweise nicht so abrupt war wie in den ganz frühen Büchern - nicht mehr los.
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"No," she said solemnly. "You can't. But holiding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn't make you strong. If anything, it makes you weaker. Because you're doing it out of fear."
"Fear of what?" I said.
"Of taking that chance," she said simply. "Of letting go and giving into it, and that's what makes us what we are. Risks. That's living, Remy. Being too scared to even try it - that's just a waste. I can say I made a lot of mistakes, but I don't regret things. Because at least I didn't spend a life standing outside, wondering what living would be like."

(Sarah Dessen, That Lullaby, 2002)