I remember that, before I started reading Sinner by Maggie Stiefvater, I didn’t have high expectations. Not because she’s ever let me down (I love all her books) but because while I found the shiver series fun, it hadn’t deeply impacted me like trc. But then Cole was just this suicidal depressed mess and he so wanted to die and all of him was perfectly made to die and there’s this passage where he talks about how there’s something wrong with his body because the human body is meant to be afraid of pain and I remember I put the book down and stared at the wall opposite me for a solid five minutes, quiet tears running down my cheeks, because I knew. I knew what it’s like when you feel like that. I’d loved the book before but it hadn’t prepared me for feeling as seen and understood.
