Nicole sent this to me as a gift-for-no-reason, my favorite kind and it was charmingly addressed to “Sara DeBoer, my spirit animal.” Aw. The first chapter left me frustrated: Burana describes a deep depression and her call to God for some sign of His presence. The vagueness of this chapter made me think I wasn’t going to connect with this person at all. But now it sits on my desk, littered with torn scraps of post-its. Burana’s background as a stripper (something she doesn’t address at all in this book) and the daughter of a hoarder (lots about that in here) and a teenage Goth (some of that too) couldn’t be more different than mine. She wears them firmly but lightly, if that makes sense: it all matters but over and over what matters more is her desire for a a relationship with the Divine and an understanding of how to live in this world as one created by Him. Or Her. I don’t think Lily cares.
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