Vlad Rusu's Reviews > I'll Give You the Sun

I thought I have forgotten how to cry whilst reading a book. But this one brought it back to me. Violently. Furiously. This is one of the books that I plan on rereading. Repeatedly. Forever.

"Can I have it?"
This shocks me. She's never asked for a drawing before. I'm horrible at giving them away. "For the sun, stars, oceans, and all the trees, I'll consider it," I say, knowing she'll never agree. She knows how badly I want the sun and trees. We've been dividing up the world since we were five. I'm kicking her butt at the moment-universe domination is within my grasp for the first time.
"Are you kidding?" she says, standing up straight. It annoys me how tall she's getting. It's like she's being stretched at night. "That leaves me just the flowers, Noah."
Fine, I think. She'll never do it. It's settled, but it isn't. She reaches over and props up the pad, gazing at the portrait like she's expecting the English guy to speak to her.
"Okay," she says. "Trees, stars, oceans. Fine."
"And the sun, Jude."
"Oh, all right," she says, totally surprising me. "I'll give you the sun."
"I practically have everything now!" I say. "You're crazy!"
"But I have him."

^ I could not not write it down. It was too beautiful too stay in my head and in the pages only.