_We Are Okay_ by Nina LaCour

Another Lincoln Award finalist for 2019.

Just a beautiful description

I guess when you spend a life riding waves-- knowing that the ocean is heartless and millions of times stronger than you are, but still trusting that you're skilled enough or brave enough or charmed enough to survive it--you become indebted to the people who don't make it. p30 We Are Okay by Nina LaCour

I have only just learned how to be here. Life is paper-thin and fragile. Any sudden change could rip it wide-open. p93 We Are Okay by Nina LaCour

I was given cakes and cookies and rides to school. I was given songs and dinners at a table with brass candlesticks. I was given a man with a sensitive heart and a devious sense of humor and enough skill at cards to win me a year of private college-- tuition and room and board-- and I took all of those good things and told myself they made us special. Told myself we were a family the way Mabel and Ana and Javier were, told myself that we weren't missing anything. p209 We Are Okay by Nina LaCour


For creative writing

p 32 The story of Marin's story and how we write our own meaning into the stories we write

LOL

She leans over our table and turns the sign in the window so that it says CLOSED on the outside. But on our side, perfectly positioned between Mabel's place and mine, it says OPEN. If this were a short story, it would mean something. p71 We Are Okay by Nina LaCour

Advice 

"...What I mean is don't be a person who seeks out grief. There is enough of that in life." p87
We Are Okay by Nina LaCour

***Any mistakes in the above quotes are my own. If you find any, let me know and I'll fix them.***

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