The Inexplicable Logic Of My Life by Benjamin Alire Saenz (Epub)

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A “mesmerizing, poetic exploration of family, friendship, love and loss” from the acclaimed author of Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe. (New York Times Book Review)

Sal used to know his place with his adoptive gay father, their loving Mexican American family, and his best friend, Samantha. But it’s senior year, and suddenly Sal is throwing punches, questioning everything, and realizing he no longer knows himself. If Sal’s not who he thought he was, who is he?
This humor-infused, warmly humane look at universal questions of belonging is a triumph.

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Review “[A] mesmerizing, poetic exploration of family, friendship, love and loss. In Sal, Sáenz gives his readers a young man equal parts strong, vulnerable, wise and loving.” – New York Times Book Review “Sáenz’s optimistic view of young people — and adults in general — shines through and lifts the reader up.” – Hypable.com “This new novel has all the same qualities that made you fall in love before: deeply human protagonists, a gentle, warm manner of addressing difficult issues, and finding a sense of identity.” – Bustle “Saenz is a treasure whose works should not be missed…” —VOYA “Sáenz’s distinctive prose style is lyrical and philosophical…” —Horn Book ? “The themes of love, social responsibility, death, and redemption are expertly intertwined with well-developed characters and acompellingstory line. This complex, sensitive, and profoundly moving book is beautifully written and will stay with readers. VERDICT A must-purchase title, recommended for all school and public libraries.” —School Library Journal, starred review ? “The well-constructed pacing of the novel, with its beautifully expansive prose punctuated by text messages between Sal and Sam, demonstrates the author’s talent for capturing the richness of relationships among family and friends. The author of Printz Honor-winning Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (2012) offers another stellar, gentle look into the emotional lives of teens on the cusp of adulthood.” —Kirkus, starred review ? “Written in short chapters that eloquently describe Sal’s deepest fears and most intense moments of affection, the story celebrates compassion and the love of family.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review “As Sal tries to understand the way his fists seem to be acting on their own, as he sorts through memories and feelings about mothers in general and his mother in particular, Sal wraps readers in a 464-page hug, sharing longing and insight that ultimately affirms the goodness of strong families with the generosity to draw in and rescue those in need of steady, solid, unconditional love.” —Bulletin “What the world needs now is a book like this one. Profoundly important and moving. Read it.”—Bill Konigsberg, Stonewall Award-winning author of Openly Straight and The Porcupine of Truth “Thought-provoking and uplifting, this compelling coming-of-age novel treats the complexities of being human with compassion, and—above all—love.”—Francisco Jiménez, Pura Belpré Honor-winning author of Breaking Through and Reaching Out “A needed, lovely, and powerful book”—Connie Griffin, Bookworks, Albuquerque “Sáenz presents readers with several beautifully drawn relationships… Sal is one of those characters you wonder about after the book is closed. Maybe Sáenz will tell us more.” —Booklist –This text refers to the paperback edition. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. *Prologue* I have a memory that is almost like a dream: the yellow leaves from Mima’s mulberry tree are floating down from the sky like giant snowflakes. The November sun is shining, the breeze is cool, and the afternoon shadows are dancing with a life that is far beyond my boyhood understanding. Mima is singing something in Spanish. There are more songs living inside her than there are leaves on her tree. She is raking the fallen leaves and gathering them. When she is done with her work, she bends down and buttons my coat. She looks at her pyramid of leaves and looks into my eyes and says, “Jump!” I run and jump onto the leaves, which smell of the damp earth. All afternoon, I bathe in the waters of those leaves. When I get tired, Mima takes my hand. As we walk back into the house, I stop, pick up a few leaves, and hand them to her with my five-year-old hands. She takes the fragile leaves and kisses them. She is happy. And me? I have never been this happy. I keep that memory somewhere inside me—?where it’s safe. I take it out and look at it when I need to. As if it were a photograph. *Life Begins* Dark clouds were gathering in the sky, and there was a hint of rain in the morning air. I felt the cool breeze on my face as I walked out the front door. The summer had been long and lazy, crowded with hot and rainless days. Those summer days were over now. The first day of school. Senior year. I’d always wondered what it would be like to be a senior. And now I was about to find out. Life was beginning. That was the story according to Sam, my best friend. She knew everything. When you have a best friend who knows everything, it saves you a lot of work. If you have a question about anything, all you have to do is turn to her and ask and she’ll just give you all the information you need. Not that life is about information. Sam, she was smart as hell. And she knew stuff. Lots and lots of stuff. She also *felt* stuff. Oh, man, could Sam feel. Sometimes I thought she was doing all the thinking, all the feeling, and all the living for both of us. Sam knew who Sam was. Me? I guess I wasn’t always so sure. So what if sometimes Sam was an emotional exhibitionist, going up and down all the time? She could be a storm. But she could be a soft candle lighting up a dark room. So what if she made me a little crazy? All of it—?all her emotional stuff, her ever-changing moods and tones of voice—?it made her seem so incredibly alive. I was a different story. I liked keeping it calm. I guess I had this control thing over myself. But sometimes I felt as if I weren’t doing any living at all. Maybe I needed Sam because being around her made me feel more alive. Maybe that wasn’t logical, but maybe the thing we call logic is overrated. So on the first day of school, the supposed beginning of our lives, I was talking to myself as I headed toward Sam’s house. We walked to school together every day. No cars for us. Shit. Dad liked to remind me that I didn’t need a car. “You have legs, don’t you?” I loved my dad, but I didn’t always appreciate his sense of humor. I texted Sam as I reached her front door: *I’m here!* She didn’t answer. I stood there waiting. And, you know, I got this weird feeling that things weren’t going to be the same. Sam called feelings like that premonitions. She said we shouldn’t trust them. She consulted a palm reader when we were in the ninth grade, and she became an instant cynic. Still, that feeling rattled me because I wanted things to stay the same—?I liked my life just fine. If things could always be the way they were now. If only. And, you know, I didn’t like having this little conversation with myself—?and I wouldn’t have been having it if Sam had just had a sense of time. I knew what she was up to. Shoes. Sam could never decide on the shoes. And since it was the first day of school, it really mattered. Sam. Sam and her shoes. Finally she came out of the house as I was texting Fito. His dramas were different from Sam’s. I’d never had to live in the kind of chaos Fito endured every day of his life, but I thought he was doing pretty well for himself. “Hi,” Sam said as she walked over, oblivious to the fact that I’d been standing there waiting. She was wearing a blue dress. Her backpack matched her dress, and her earrings dangled in the soft breeze. And her shoes? Sandals. Sandals? I waited all this time for a pair of sandals she bought at Target? “Great day,” she said, all smiles and enthusiasm. “Sandals?” I said. “That’s what I was waiting for?” She wasn’t going to let me throw her off her game. “They’re perfect.” She gave me another smile and kissed me on the cheek. “What was that for?” “For luck. Senior year.” “Senior year. And then what?” “College!” “Don’t bring that word up again. That’s all we’ve talked about all summer.” “Wrong. That’s all *I’ve* talked about. You were a little absent during those discussions.” “Discussions. Is that what they were? I thought they were monologues.” “Get over it. College! Life, baby!” She made a fist and held it high in the air. “Yeah. Life,” I said. She gave me one of her Sam looks. “First day. Let’s kick ass.” We grinned at each other. And then we were on our way. To begin living. The first day of school was completely forgettable. Usually I liked the first day—?everybody wearing new clothes and smiles of optimism, all the good thoughts in our heads, all the good attitudes floating around like gas balloons in a parade, and the pep rally slogans—?*Let’s make this the greatest year ever!* Our teachers were all about telling us how we had it in us to climb the ladder of success in hopes that we might actually get motivated to learn something. Maybe they were just trying to get us to modify our behavior. Let’s face it, a lot of our behavior needed to be modified. Sam said that ninety percent of El Paso High School students needed behavior modification therapy. This year I just was *not* into this whole first-day experience. Nope. And then of course Ali Gomez sat in front of me in my AP English class for the third year in a row. Yeah, Ali, a leftover from past years who liked to flirt with me in hopes that I’d help her with her homework. As in do it for her. Like that was going to happen. I had no idea how she managed to get into AP classes. She was living proof that our educational system was questionable. Yeah, first day of school. For-get-ta-ble. Except that Fito didn’t show. I worried about that guy. I’d met Fito’s mother only once, and she didn’t seem like she was actually living on this planet. His older brothers had all dropped out of school in favor of mood-altering substances, following in their mother’s footsteps. When I met his mother, her eyes had been totally bloodshot and glazed over and her hair was all stringy and she smelled bad. Fito had been embarrassed as hell. Poor guy. Fito. Okay, the thing with me is that I was a worrier. I hated that about me. Sam and I were walking back home after our forgettable first day at school. It looked like it was going to rain, and like most desert rats, I loved the rain. “Air smells good,” I told her. “You’re not listening to me,” she said. I was used to that I’m-annoyed-with-you tone she sometimes took with me. She’d been going on and on about hummingbirds. She was all about hummingbirds. She even had a hummingbird T-shirt. Sam and her phases. “Their hearts beat up to one thousand, two hundred and sixty beats per minute.” I smiled. “You’re mocking me,” she said. “I wasn’t mocking you,” I said. “I was just smiling.” “I know all your smiles,” she said. “That’s your mocking smile, Sally.” Sam had started calling me Sally in seventh grade because even though she liked my name, Salvador, she thought it was just too much for a guy like me. “I’ll start calling you Salvador when you turn into a man—?and, baby, you’re a long way off from that.” Sam, she definitely didn’t go for Sal, which was what everyone else called me—?except my dad, who called me Salvie. So she got into the habit of calling me Sally. I hated it. What normal guy wants to be called Sally? (Not that I was going for *normal.*) Look, you couldn’t tell Sam not to do something. If you told her not to do it, ninety-seven percent of the time she did it. Nobody could out-stubborn Sam. She just gave me that look that said I was going to have to get over it. So, to Sam, I was Sally. That’s when I began calling her Sammy. Everyone has to find a way to even up the score. So, anyway, she was giving me the lowdown on the statistics of hummingbirds. She started getting mad at me and accusing me of not taking her seriously. Sam hated to be blown off. WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE LIVES HERE. She had that posted on her locker at school. I think she stayed up at night thinking of mottoes. The *substance* part, well, I got that. Sam wasn’t exactly shallow. But I liked to remind her that if I was a long way off from being a man, she was an even longer way off from being a woman. She didn’t like my little reminder. I got that shut-up look. As we were walking, she was carrying on about hummingbirds and then lecturing me about my chronic inability to listen to her. And I was thinking, *Man, when Sam gets going, she really gets going.* I mean, she was really jumping into my shit. Finally I had to—?I mean, *I had to*—?interrupt her. “Why do you always have to pick a fight with me, Sammy? Look, I’m not making fun. And it’s not as if you don’t know that I’m not exactly a numbers guy. Me and numbers equals *no bueno*. When you give me stats, my eyes glaze over.” As my dad liked to say, Sam was “undeterred.” She started in again, but this time it wasn’t me who interrupted her—?it was Enrique Infante. He’d come up behind us as Sam and I were walking. And all of a sudden he jumped in front of me and was in my face. He looked right at me, pushed his finger into my chest, and said, “Your dad’s a faggot.” Something happened inside me. A huge and uncontrollable wave ran through me and crashed on the shore that was my heart. I suddenly lost my ability to use words, and, I don’t know, I’d never been that angry and I didn’t know what was really happening, because anger wasn’t normal for me. It was as if I, the Sal I knew, just went away and another Sal entered my body and took over. I remember feeling the pain in my own fist just after it hit Enrique Infante’s face. It all happened in an instant, like a flash of lightning, only the lightning wasn’t coming from the sky, it was coming from somewhere inside of me. Seeing all that blood gush out of another guy’s nose made me feel alive. It did. That’s the truth. And that scared me. I had something in me that scared me. The next thing I remember was that I was staring down at Enrique as he lay on the ground. I was my calm self again—?well, not *calm,* but at least I could talk. And I said, “My dad is a man. He has a name. His name is Vicente. So if you want to call him something, call him by his name. And he’s *not* a faggot.” Sam just looked at me. I looked back at her. “Well, this is new,” she said. “What happened to the good boy? I never knew you had it in you to punch a guy.” “I didn’t either,” I said. Sam smiled at me. It was kind of a strange smile. I looked down at Enrique. I tried to help him up, but he wasn’t having any of it. “Fuck you,” he said as he picked himself up off the ground. Sam and I watched as he walked away. He turned around and flipped me the bird. I was a little stunned. I looked at Sam. “Maybe we don’t always know what we have inside us.” “True that,” Sam said. “I think there are a lot of things that find a hiding place in our bodies.” “Maybe those things should keep themselves hidden,” I said. We slowly made our way home. Sam and I didn’t say anything for a long time, and that silence between us was definitely unsettling. Then Sam finally said, “Nice way to begin senior year.” That’s when I started shaking. “Hey, hey,” she said. “Didn’t I tell you this morning that we should kick some ass?” “Funny girl,” I said. “Look, Sally, he deserved what he got.” She gave me one of her smiles. One of her take-it-easy smiles. “Okay, okay, so you shouldn’t go around hitting people. *No bueno*. Maybe there’s a bad boy inside you just waiting to come out.” “Nah, not a chance.” I told myself that I’d just had this really strange moment. But something told me she was right. Or halfway right, anyhow. Unsettled. That’s how I felt. Maybe Sam was right about things hiding inside of us. How many more things were hiding there? We walked the rest of the way home in silence. When we were close to her house, she said, “Let’s go to the Circle K. I’ll buy you a Coke.” I sometimes drank Coke. Kind of like a comfort drink. We sat on the curb and drank our sodas. When I dropped Sam off at her house, she hugged me. “Everything’s gonna be just fine, Sally.” “You know they’re gonna call my dad.” “Yeah, but Mr. V’s cool.” Mr. V. That’s what Sam called my dad. “Yeah,” I said. “But Mr. V happens to be my dad—?and a dad’s a dad.” “*Everything’s gonna be okay, Sally.*” “Yeah,” I said. Sometimes I was full of halfhearted *yeahs*. As I was walking home, I pictured the hate on Enrique Infante’s face. I could still hear *faggot* ringing in my ears. My dad. My dad was *not* that word. He would never be that word. Not ever. Then there was a loud clap of thunder—?and the rain came pouring down. I couldn’t see anything in front of me as the storm surrounded me. I kept walking, my head down. I just kept walking. I felt the heaviness of my rain-soaked clothes. And for the first time in my life, I felt alone. –This text refers to the paperback edition. From School Library Journal Gr 9 Up—It is the first day of senior year, and Sal feels as if his life is exactly as it should be. He has always been certain of his place with his adoptive gay father and their loving Mexican American extended family. Sal’s best friend, Samantha, is almost like his sister. She really gets him, and more often than not, she finishes his sentences and knows exactly what he is thinking, even when he won’t admit it. Sal is an inward thinker who struggles with anger that has begun to boil just under the surface. After tragedy strikes Samantha’s life and leaves her reeling, Sal and his father take responsibility for her well-being and bring her into their family circle. At the same time, Sal befriends Fito, a streetwise teen trying to find his place in a world not of his own choosing. Sal and Samantha show Fito that his life has purpose, just as they discover the same about their own lives. Sal’s history unexpectedly haunts him, and life-changing events force him and Samantha to confront serious issues of faith, loss, and grief. The themes of love, social responsibility, death, and redemption are expertly intertwined with well-developed characters and a compelling story line. This complex, sensitive, and profoundly moving book is beautifully written and will stay with readers. VERDICT A must-purchase title, recommended for all school and public libraries.—Amy Caldera, Dripping Springs Middle School, TX –This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.

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⭐ With The Inexplicable Logic of my Life, author Benjamin Alire Saenz returns to a theme of his first novel Carry Me Like Water: the idea of what makes a family. I loved his exploration of that in the first novel, and I love that he again tackles the subject in this beautiful novel for young adults. While many think that blood determines family, I have long believed we make our own family, quilted together from those that we love and that love us, blood-related or not. The Inexplicable Logic of my Life tells of high school senior Salvador; his best friend Samantha; his father Vicente—the man who adopted him; his friend Fito; and his loving grandmother Mima, Vicente’s mother. There is not even a tiny bit of blood connecting Salvador to any of these people, and yet they are his family, bonded more tightly than any family ever. The novel is a tale of love and loss. There is plenty of death in this book, but there is no drama. Saenz writes of life, in all its simplicities and complexities, and life includes death. But one thing I particularly liked here is that the author makes clear something I’ve long believed: nobody ever dies; they live on in our hearts, guiding us and comforting us when we need them. And this is a powerful message to teen readers who, mostly, have not experienced much loss in their young lives. It is also a truth that those who have had loss need to hear. And Saenz makes his point quietly, beautifully, and with evocative poetry. This is the kind of great writing that teen readers need to experience. The narrative flows, the characters are true, and all the while, there is an underlying current of song. Saenz also speaks of the duality of the human spirit. He pointedly has Samantha call Salvador by the effeminate nickname Sally, while Salvador calls Samantha Sam. Through this suggestion, we see that these are full rich people, embodying stereotypical traits that we associate with both sexes. Sam is tough, yet tender. Salvador is sweet, yet combatant. And we, as readers, know that this is what makes people full and great. The Inexplicable Logic of my Life is a lovely achievement, a novel of power and beauty. It proudly takes its place on the shelf with its author’s other fine novels, for Benjamin Alire Saenz is one of our best.

⭐ If possible I would give this book more stars Mr Benjamin Alire Saenz does nothing but pour all his love into his words and as I mentioned on my tweet on regards to this book I wonder how I could possibly write a review on a book that reaches so deep into our hearts and makes us feel all these emotions we laugh, cry, get a bit angry with the world no bueno but mostly we love….Salvador or Sally as Sam calls him grows up in this Mexican American family fitting in but questioning how much he fits in we get to go in this ride of emotions where Salvie is getting to know himself he wasn’t an adult, he wasn’t a man but he wasn’t a boy anymore… we also get to meet Sammy this spark of life that pushes Sally out of his shell he loves her to death and Fito who was dealt not the best hand but does so much without really loving himself as he should he is encouraged by this lovely family to give himself a break and as Mima says Dejarse querer. Mima I wish I had a Mima I love Mima and did I mentioned I love Mima? last but not least even knowing how much I love Salvie I have to say I wish I could hug Vicente he shares his love with everyone in need. I want to bottle Mr. B love and soul that he poured into this book to share with all those that need it. I found Mr. Benjamin’s books thanks to 2 of my nieces I can see why they love his books he is nothing but poetic. Read this book and you would see why I have fallen in love so easily with Vicente, Salvador, Sam, Fito, Mima, Marcos and all of the lovely characters that make the Silva family who they are heart and soul.

⭐ Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe was, I think, the first YA book I’d ever read with a gay protagonist. And I will always believe myself forever lucky to have picked that as my first. So the minute I learned that a new book by the same author was coming out, I pre-ordered it, no questions asked.I think the synopsis says it all. Salvador, called Sal by some and Sally by his best friend, has an incredible bond with his adoptive gay, Mexican-American father. But when tragedy visits him and his friends, Sal has to confront who he is and who he’s becoming.As expected, the writing is beautiful – detailed, lyrical, heartwarming and heartbreaking all at once. There are certainly moments that could be pegged as problematic, but (and this may be me viewing the book through rose-colored lens) I think the storytelling is nuanced enough to provide different interpretations and perspectives from which to view the events of the novel. I’ll leave it at that to avoid spoilers.What struck me was how singular the novel was in one particular way – the presence of family and the incredible father-son bond depicted. In a way, the book doesn’t feel like Sal’s story alone, so much as the story of Sal and his father through Sal’s eyes. I stayed up until 3:00 am reading about this pair and the people who fell into their orbit, and I didn’t regret a second of it.The Inexplicable Logic of My Life is a must-read, especially if you loved Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe. It’s a story about love – family, friends, and everything in between.Recommendation: Buy it now!Review crossposted from Rich in Color: richincolor[.]com

⭐ Such a good book … I loved this book, and I might say that about a lot of books, but this … this was different. This was life-changing. I cried, I laughed, I felt good, I wondered, I felt alive Reading this piece of art!WARNING! (some might feel this is a spoiler, so you have been warned!) I also loved that the two main characters were a boy and a girl (both heterosexual) that did not have romantic feelings about each other. They loved each other like Brother and sister/ bestfriends. It was beautiful. I tend to dislike characters in books that are parents, because they often are boring to me. In this book, that was not the case. I loved Sal’s dad. What an amazing individual! And he doesn’t even exist! I feel like I know all these amazing and horrible and beautiful People I met in this book. They feel real to me.I loved Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the universe, and I did not expect to ever read a book that captured and moved me like it did ever again …. but then I read this one. And – dare I say it? – I loved this one even more, I think. Please read this book. It might change Your life.

⭐ I don’t know how he does it but I feel connected to his characters right from the start; they all feel so real, so genuine, with all the good and the bad stuff, with all their struggles, which in a way are all of our struggles to ultimately achieve the same: find a place where we truly belong, among people who truly care for us and we care for. After reading his first book, I knew I needed a big box of tissue nearby. I loved especially the relationship between Sal and his dad- and the many wonderful secondary characters: dad of course, and Mima and Fito – I wanted to cry each time Fito turned up, my heart ached for him so much. He had been dealt such a tough card and yet he had so much decency, was such a good guy. I wanted life to be good to him, he deserved it. I highlighted many, many beautiful passages in the book.

⭐ It is weird that just today I read a tweet about people rating 5 stars books that are sad and deal with difficult topics, but I cannot see rating this book less than 4 stars.Benjamin has such a way to create beautiful images from so “horrible” places. A dessert is more than just a place to die or that symbolizes death, in his novels they mean much more. Dealing with death, personally, is not something we confront willingly or with open arms, and this book emphasises that. It will come and it will make us suffer, but that suffering comes from love.Benjamin’s novels become stronger by the minute. Not only a coming of age story with queer representation but it also tightens the conception of family and real friends, helping your loved ones, and defining who you are. As someone from Latin America who has study literature, I can relate to the struggles of language as part of your identity and the love for Latin people for their mothers. If you wish to know a bit more about what is to be Latino this book is a great help.Names have a lot follower in who we are or who we become. Names in Spanish are strong and define us.

⭐ The Inexplicable Logic of My Life by Benjamin Alire Sáenz can be described in one word: beautiful. This coming of age novel is a brilliant portrayal of love and family.Logic is the story of Salvador Silva. Salvador has a life surrounded by warmth and acceptance–a life filled with family, but during his senior year, his predictable life is thrown off kilter by heartbreaking news and Salvie struggles through the change. Benjamin Alire Sáenz’s novel is dynamic, moving, uplifting, and so lovely that it’s nearly incomprehensible. It’s a piece of art and I so enjoyed reading it. More so, I enjoyed feeling it.I’ve been in love with this author since I discovered his masterpiece Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe. That novel is a level of perfection that I’ve rarely experienced, one that still leaves me speechless and incapable of adequately descibing its magic. Like A&D, The Inexplicable Logic is filled with wonder. It’s magic is unique and long-lasting, and one I vigorously recommend.This novel gracefully touches on themes of self-discovery (of course), love, grief, and meaning in life. This novel is Sal’s story, and is told entirely from his perspective, but it’s also his family’s story. I don’t think I’ve ever read a story where love bursts from the seams. It’s big, bright bold, and yes, beautiful. The characters are dynamic and oh-so lovable—I felt their joy and their pain.I feel like Sáenz’s writing is made for me. His prose is stark and impactful, simple and meaningful. I could live in his mind forever and ever, because he shows me just what I need to see to understand what is important. His writing envelops me and makes me feel safe, even as he breaks my heart, because I know that he writes with love.The Inexplicable Logic of My Life is fiction that shows us the reality that we should strive for. Yes, it’s a novel for young adults, but we all need to learn the lessons Sáenz teaches. Whistle in the dark, love, love love, forgive, rage, be heartbroken, but have faith and hope. In this novel, Sal’s connection with his father is impregnable and a force of nature—all the characters’ connections are. When Sáenz writes he makes you feel as if you belong, and that he’s pulling you into this wonderful world he creates. The same world we live in, we see through his eyes and start to believe in all the good he sees once we’ve turned the last page and look up in wonder. That makes Benjamin Alire Sáenz a force of nature and The Inexplicable Logic of My Life a phenomenon that all should experience.

⭐ There isn’t a lot of YA fiction that I get excited about. Benjamin Alire Saenz is one of the few authors in this genre who is a “must buy” for me. He writes characters with such love and understanding, they feel like real people. I had the privilege of meeting him and he is as sweet and thoughtful as I thought he would be. I don’t have anything to say about the plot that isn’t in the description. I just wanted to put in my two cents and say I loved this book and I adore the author. I can’t wait to read more of his books.

⭐ Loved this book. Characters reminded me of people in my life when I was young. The true bond of friendship was the anchor of this story that resonated throughout the story. One thing the three friends had in common: each one lost their mother. Each mother was as different as the other but they all shared one important thing: all three women had beautiful children who were cared for by a wonderful person: Dad.

⭐ I was re-reading “Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe” and decided to see if there was anything else he wrote out there for my kindle. So glad I did. If you loved “Aristotle and Dante”, I think you will feel the same about this story. Maybe 4.5 stars instead of 5, but I decided to round up instead of down.

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