Loneliness sucks. Understatement of the year? Perhaps, but I’m letting my inner poet take the day off. So much art has been dedicated to loneliness, so I’m not going to wax poetic about the soul sucking emptiness of loneliness, though I could easily do so all day.
Katie Coyle’s Vivian Apple at the End of the World is a brazen jolt of maturity that still manages to hold all the soul and sweetness of great young adult fiction.