Graffiti Moon
Author: Cath Crowley
Pages: 272
My Rating: 6 stars/ Special rating.
Summary
Senior
year is over, and Lucy has the perfect way to celebrate: tonight, she's
going to find Shadow, the mysterious graffiti artist whose work appears
all over the city. He's out there somewhere—spraying color, spraying
birds and blue sky on the night—and Lucy knows a guy who paints like
Shadow is someone she could fall for. Really fall for. Instead,
Lucy's stuck at a party with Ed, the guy she's managed to avoid since
the most awkward date of her life. But when Ed tells her he knows where
to find Shadow, they're suddenly on an all-night search around the city.
And what Lucy can't see is the one thing that's right before her eyes.
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This was
such a wonderful book!
I have
to thank Ari @ Reading After Midnight for always recommending the most awe-inspiring
stories.
I don’t really
know why it took me so long to finally read Graffiti Moon. The moment I started
reading I knew I’d love it, and I did.
I read
it in a few hours because it’s a very short book and it was impossible to put
it down.
There
was something magical about Graffiti Moon. It was the writing, the plot, and
conversations.
It was
funny and delightful.
It all
takes place in one night. And one night was all I needed to fall in love with
the characters.
Ed,
Lucy, Leo, Jazz, Dylan and Daisy…
And last
but no less, Shadow and Poet. They were mystery for the girls, but a thrilling
reality for the readers.
I love
graffiti, and I love glass. Maybe you love them, too, or maybe not, but I’m
sure you’ll enjoy this fantastic story. Because Graffiti Moon is art. The characters
are art, the writing is art, the things they do are art.
I am
officially in a book hangover since I read it.
If you’re
a fan of contemporary books and Aussie brilliance, this is a must read.
“Every time he looked at me I felt like I'd touched my tongue to the tip of a battery. In art class I'd watch him lean back and listen and I was nothing bust zing and tingle. After a while, the tingle turned to electricity, and when he asked me out my whole body amped to a level where technically I should have been dead. I had nothing in common with a sheddy like him, but a girl doesn't think straight when she's that close to electrocution.”