I don't know if I've talked about Tiger Lily by Jodi Lynn Anderson but it's seventy different shades of beautiful (that doesn't really make sense, but it made perfect sense in my head). Peter Pan is one of my favourite books of all times. When I was eleven, I was pretty convinced that Neverland existed- okay, I wanted Neverland to exist so badly- that I wrote a letter and threw it out of my balcony and then stared at the sky mumbling "second to the right and straight on 'til morning". I also did that when I was six, after watching Son Pari, but we do not talk about such times.

The point I'm trying to make is that I loved Peter Pan. I loved Peter Pan for Neverland and the Lost Boys and Peter. I really didn't like Wendy at all and I never ever thought of Tiger Lily. But this book changed a lot for me. For starters, it's achingly sad. I mean, it's sad for a fifteen year old girl and you know she's going to be okay when she's eighty because we all get over the love stories we had when we were that age so it's actually kind of pointless but this was so sad and bittersweet. Tiger Lily is also one of my favourite female protagonists ever because she's smart and strong and she makes mistakes all the time and thus she's human and her story is sad.

My thoughts are reduced to garbled mumbling. Tiger Lily is a beautiful book. The author mentions J.M. Barrie and Francesca Lia Block as influences and that is such a dangerously beautiful combination.

Sometimes I think that maybe we are just stories. Like we may as well just be words on a page, because we're only what we've done and what we are going to do.

You guys! Also, the story is narrated by Tinker Bell which offers this fascinating perspective of everything on the island. And look out for Smee, who is probably the creepiest character in the novel.

How can I describe Peter's face, the pieces of him that stick to my heart? Peter sometimes looked aloof and distant; sometimes his face was open and soft as a bruise. Sometimes he looked completely at Tiger Lily, as if she were the point on which all the universe revolved, as if she were the biggest mystery of life, or as if she were a flame and he couldn't not look even though he was scared. And sometimes it would all disappear into carelessness, confidence, amusement, as if he didn't need anyone or anything on this earth to feel happy and alive.