From the day she arrives at quiet Mica High in a burst of color and sound, hallways hum “Stargirl.” She captures Leo Borlock’s heart with one smile. She sparks a school-spirit revolution with one cheer. The students of Mica High are enchanted. Until they are not. Leo urges her to become the very thing that can destroy her - normal.
Emmy: the only thing I can say about this book is wow.
Mimi: its phenomenal.
Emmy: add that to the fact theres no explicit content, no swearing and that makes it...
Mimi: wow. yeah its a really good book I thought.
Emmy: you, my friend, are right.
Mimi: Leo was a jerk and more things I cant post here.
Emmy: definitely. and those girls, the cheerleaders...
Mimi: yeah, they were dreadful.
Emmy: it hurt me that Leo had to decide whose friendship he wanted more: Stargirl or the popular kids.
Mimi: I would choose Stargirl.
Emmy: she would be a great best friend. the wagon and pebbles thing?? genius.
Mimi: I am so doing that.
Emmy: yeah. knowing me I would always have like eighteen pebbles.
Mimi: no you would have between one to eighteen. you are fickle.
Emmy: I am human.
best 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 cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.”
“The earth is speaking to us, but we can't hear 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 speak. The stars will whisper.”
“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.”
“When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light.”
“It's in the morning, for most of us. It's that time, those few seconds when we're coming out of sleep but we're not really awake yet. For those few seconds we're something more primitive than what we are about to become. We have just slept the sleep of our most distant ancestors, and something of them and their world still clings to us. For those few moments we are unformed, uncivilized. We are not the people we know as ourselves, but creatures more in tune with a tree than a keyboard. We are untitled, unnamed, natural, suspended between was and will be, the tadpole before the frog, the worm before the butterfly. We are for a few brief moments, anything and everything we could be. And then...and then -- ah -- we open our eyes and the day is before us and ... we become ourselves.”
“The trouble with miracles is, they don't last long.”
“I’m erased. I’m gone. I’m nothing. And then the world is free to flow into me like water into an empty bowl…. And… I see. I hear. But not with eyes and ears. I’m not outside my world anymore, and I’m not really inside it either. The thing is, there’s no difference between me and the universe. The boundary is gone. I am it and it is me. I am a stone, a cactus thorn. I am rain. I like that most of all, being rain.”
“Of course we did other things too. We walked. We talked. We rode bikes.
Though I had my driver's license, I bought a cheap secondhand bicycle so
I could ride with her. Sometimes she led the way, sometimes I did. Whenever
we could, we rode side by side.
She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.
She taught me to revel. She taught me to wonder. She taught me to laugh.
My sense of humor had always measured up to everyone else's; but timid
introverted me, I showed it sparingly: I was a smiler. In her presence I
threw back my head and laughed out loud for the first time in my life”
“You liked me."
I smiled.
"You were smitten with me. You were speechless to behold my beauty. You had never met anyone so fascinating. You thought of me every waking minute. You dreamed about me. You couldn't stand it. You couldn't let such wonderfulness out of your sight. You had to follow me."
I turned to Cinnamon. He licked my nose. "Don't give yourself so much credit. It was your rat I was after."
She laughed, and the desert sang.”
Until next time!!!
xoxoxxoxoxoxo
-Mimi
Bye!!!!!!!!! xox :)see ya soon!
Emmy
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