In honor of the supermoon lunar eclipse last night, we’re sharing quotes from some of our favorite “moon” books.
“Between Us and the Moon” by Rebecca Maizel
You are on the inside. Deep in your muscles. That’s you. The body is the extension of you. Only give someone your fingers, your skin, and toes if they deserve to touch your soul.
“Graffiti Moon” by Cath Crowley
Every time he looked at me I felt like I’d touched my tongue to the tip of a battery. In art class I’d watch him lean back and listen and I was nothing but zing and tingle. After a while, the tingle turned to electricity, and when he asked me out my whole body amped to a level where technically I should have been dead. I had nothing in common with a sheddy like him, but a girl doesn’t think straight when she’s that close to electrocution.
“Maggot Moon” by Sally Gardner
It had struck me that the world was full of holes, holes which you could fall into, never to be seen again. I couldn’t understand the difference between disappearance and death. Both seemed the same to me, both left holes. Holes in your heart holes in your life.
“Moon Over Manifest” by Clare Vanderpool
If there is such a thing as a universal–and I wasn’t ready to throw all of mine out the window–it’s that there is power in a story. And if someone pays you such a kindness as to make up a tale so you’ll enjoy a gingersnap, you go along with that story and enjoy every last bite.
“The Moon and More” by Sarah Dessen
The truth was, there was no way everything could be the Best. Sometimes, when it came to events and people, it had to be okay to just be.
“New Moon” by Stephenie Maurer
“Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. …And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason, for anything.”
“Where the Mountain Meets the Moon” by Grace Lin
“She’s my friend,” the boy said simply. “That’s who she is and that’s enough for me.” As Minli looked at the buffalo boy, aglow with happiness against his poor surroundings, she saw it was enough for him. More than enough, as the smile that kept curling up on his face told her.
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