we're all searching

"we're all searching for something to fill up what i like to call that big, god-shaped hole in our souls. some people use alcohol, or sex, or their children, or food, or money, or music, or heroin. a lot of people even use the concept of god itself. i could go on and on. i used to know a girl who used shoes. she had over two-hundred pairs. but it's all the same thing, really. people, for some stupid reason, think they can escape their sorrows." ~ jacob grace

if i could get everyone i know to read just one book this one would be it. beatrice jordan is the most relatable character i have ever encountered, and her relationship with jacob grace, along with her perspectives on life, love, music and los angeles are so akin to my version of life, and the way i see things, that sometimes i cannot believe it. i just get this book, and this book just gets me.

and the author, tiffanie debartolo, is pretty keen herself. she is in love with music, and incorporates her favorites, and her music-soaked vision, into every page.

the last person i passed this book on (my fifth or sixth copy, i think, i keep losing them to people i want to read it) called me the very next morning after slid it into her purse. she said "you may well have saved my life with this book."

365 loves: god-shaped hole by tiffanie debartolo

understood

"that's why i love you. because you say ridiculous fucking things like that. normal people don't say things like that, jacob. all my life i waited for someone who would say things like that to me. and for someone i didn't feel alone in the presence of. someone who understood. someone who would make me feel like it wasn't just me against the world. even when we're not together. even when i think you're having rough, dirty sex with rosalita the barmaid in needles, california, i'm still comforted by the fact that you're out there. just knowing you exist changed the world for me."

trixie, god-shaped hole