All the Bright Places (Paperback)

I don't remember climbing up here. In fact, I don't remem- ber much of anything before Sunday, at least not anything so far this winter. This happens every time the blanking out, the waking up. I'm like that old man with the beard, Rip Van Winkle. Now you see me, now you don't.
You'd think I'd have gotten used to it, but this last time was the worst yet because I wasn't asleep for a couple days or a week or two-I was asleep for the holidays, meaning Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's. I can't tell you what was different this time around, only that when I woke up, I felt deader than usual. Awake, yeah, but completely empty, like someone had been feasting on my blood. This is day six of being awake again, and my first week back at school since November 14.