books read in 2016 - 2017: the last boy and girl in the world by siobhan vivianWe’ve been told

books read in 2016 - 2017: the last boy and girl in the world by siobhan vivian

We’ve been told that all good things must come to an end. Even things that feel permanent. Stuff that maybe we take for granted. Like this town. Or for me, my mom. So how tightly are we supposed to hold on to the stuff that we love? Really tightly? Or not at all? Should we be sad when they go away? Should we fight? Or is letting stuff we love go inevitable, like the old adage says?