Unteachable

Word candy; prose magic. How do simple letters form simple words that sink into me like teeth and gnaw me raw while I delight in every sublimely torturous shard? I'm high and dazed from the poetry of Leah Raeder's own pièce de résistance. Author, who ARE YOU?! And just thank you for giving us this.

Maise is in that transitory time between a childhood that's seen too much, been stripped away too soon, and the experience and awareness of actual adulthood. She is such an old soul juxtaposed with naivety and youth. We, as readers, are given the occasional conspiratorial hindsight from Maise, adding the perfect amount of suspense and tension.

I happened to have an interesting collection of somewhat fitting music I was going through while reading but I'll just leave these few.
Troye Sivan - Bite
W. Darling - Hunting Happiness
Tender - Belong