
Title: Stargirl
Author: Jerry Spinelli
Thoughts:
I loved this book when I read it in high school. As with other books I fell in love with, my sister recommended this to me
. I had been feeling uninspired lately, so instead of looking for books in my To Read list or reading crime novels, I went back to this YA favourite.
The pull for me was of course Stargirl’s personality, her individuality. She cheers for the rival team, she sings people happy birthdays, she’s a free person, without the worrying over societal expectations. But it takes great courage or ignorance not to be swayed into conformity.
I also liked the concept of a happy wagon, it quanitifes the state of happiness using twenty pebbles, isn’t that sweet?
This is the type of story that I can read over and over again to remind me things that I can forget as I’m growing older every year, to always follow my heart, even when I’m about to make an unpopular decision, to tune out distractions and learn a little more of my true self every single day.
Quotes:
☆ She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin went merely through and away she flew.
☆ You’ll know her more by your questions than by her answers. Keep looking at her long enough. One day you might see someone you know.
☆ And the trouble with bad times is, you can’t sleep through them.
☆ I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn, I outgrow it. I change it.
☆ The earth is speaking to us, but we can’t hear them because of all the racket our senses are making. Sometimes we need to erase them, erase our senses. Then – maybe – the earth will touch us. The universe will start to speak. The stars will whisper.
☆ I homed in on the beacon of her smile.
☆ She was bendable light: She shone around every corner of my day.
☆ And I think every once in a while someone comes along who is a little more primitive than the rest of us, a little closer to our beginnings, a little more in touch with the stuff we’re made of.
☆ When a Stargirl cries, she does not shed tears, but light.
☆ The echo of her laughter is the second sunrise I awaken to each day, and at night I feel it is more than stars looking down on me.