I'm a little bit irritated. Did my school teachers know about this book? They knew this was an option to teach in English and they choose to teach The Chrysallids instead? That's just mean. This is one book I would have loved to learn about in school. It's sad, yeah, but so are most of my favourite books. 
 As one might expect, this book found me curled up in bed, trying not to cry to loudly since I was at my aunt's place. It left me red-eyed and kind of melancholy, just wanting to sit in stillness and think about the book for awhile. Maybe even to go back and reread certain sections. 
 For about a year now, I've wanted to read what's widely known as one of the 'first young adult novels.' (Okay, okay, maybe the fact that Cath read it aloud to Levi in Fangirl had something to do with it, but only a little a bit!) 
 Part social commentary (what classic, or school-ish book isn't?) and part West Side Story and part tragedy (okay, fully tragic.) I loved it. Almost every moment. 
 I'm not saying it was perfect; the writing definitely had its bumps and the narration could be irritating in style, but it was pretty darn good.