This is the type of book I need to revisit when I'm older. I picked it up during a trip and put it down instantaneously because it felt too personal. It was reading a letter of someone I barely knew but desperately wanted to get to know. Though a lot different from her situation, I found myself in Wendy. Her relationship with her father, her love for her grandparents, her and religion, it felt like looking at someone that could have been me in a different life. Maybe I'll write something more concrete when I've got a little life more in me, but until then, I'll forever be thinking about this book.