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Xavi doesn’t believe in love anymore. Love has never changed the outcome of anything. It has only hurt him.
Sam is sick, and he wants one last thing. He wants Xavi to be with him, to stay with him until the end. Xavi drops everything and promises Sam he will be there.
As they travel across the countryside in a stolen sea-green Cadillac, they search for something neither has the courage to admit he’s looking for. But as the days slip away, Xavi isn’t sure he can keep his promise; he isn’t sure about anything. He can’t help Sam do this. He can’t stand by and watch Sam suffer, can’t be content to let Sam give up.
Saving Sam becomes the only thing that makes any sense, the only thing Xavi wants. Loving Sam becomes the most important promise he will ever make. Now he just has to convince Sam that life—and love—are worth fighting for.
There are first times for everything and this will be a first for me. I truly short review because I lack the words or the willpower to not fangirl and lose sight of what’s important.
I love Suki’s work. There is this ethereal feeling I get when I read her words and what they do to me.
Wildflowers was perfection. It was angst and beauty. It was painfully with its sorrow. It was gorgeously filled with regret and it was amazing.
Wildflowers is a story about a boy who doesn’t want to be alone. It’s a story about overcoming your fears and letting down walls. It’s a story about letting the what if’s become a reality.
It’s a story that make me sob so much I joked with a friend that my Nook turned into an arc and floated away on a sea made of my tears.
I cried. Oh how I cried but those tears were of mixed emotions for Xavi and Sam… oh Sam. Just so much in this short story and I loved it.
It was amazing and worth it.
So much love for the boys. So much love for Judy. So much love for Joe and so much love for Suki.
This book is angsty AF but if you don’t feel when you read, why read at all.
Rambling ginger… out.