Prologue
Today was the first morning that Mango's death didn't crush me the second I opened my eyes. It actually waited until I had turned off the alarm and pushed down my covers. Dad said that any progress...
Chapter 1
Each letter of the alphabet has a rhyme about a little kid meeting some bizarre end. I like the poster because it is in black and white to everyone else, but inside my head, it's in color. (1.2)
Chapter 2
The whole family was standing around the grave, crying and holding hands, offering Grandpa up to heaven. Living in the country, we're used to offering small animals up to heaven, but then it's usua...
Chapter 3
The worst thing about her speech is that her voice is so high-pitched and squeaky that rust-colored spirals rain down behind her. (3.53)
Chapter 4
"I used to think everyone saw these colors; then in third grade I figured out it was just me." (4.27)
Chapter 5
I don't know what I'd do if she didn't. There isn't anyone else I would want for a best friend. I twist the friendship bracelet back and forth on my wrist. Molly and Kimberly and Sara are fine for...
Chapter 6
"All kinds of people with all different types of synesthesia. There are discussion groups you can join and articles to read, although you may find some of them a bit dry." (6.75)
Chapter 7
People's colors seem to be unique to them. The geometric shapes are much more similar. Not that they appear at the same sounds, but the general shapes that synesthetes see don't differ too much. Fo...
Chapter 8
It's so much easier to talk to people over e-mail than it is in person. I feel like I made a new friend, and I never even left the house! (8.13)
Chapter 9
I'm very lucky to have Adam to write to, not only because he's the only one who understands me, but because I seem to be fighting with everyone in my family. Just yesterday Zack declared I was acti...
Chapter 10
Mango slides across the freshly waxed front hallway and leaves a mango-colored streak behind him. A wonderful magical mango streak that fills my heart to bursting. (10.173)
Chapter 11
I THINK WHAT YOU SAW WERE PEOPLE'S PHEROMONES IN ACTION. THERE MUST BE SOME SYNESTHETIC CONNECTION. BEFORE YOU ASK WHAT A PHEROMONE IS, I'LL GIVE YOU THE DEFINITION FROM THE INTERNET: "A CHEMICAL S...
Chapter 12
There's no noise; all the multicolored balls, zigzags, and spirals are coming from inside me. I slowly open my eyes, and things are a little calmer now. The glow around Faith is ten times as vibran...
Chapter 13
Time has stopped. The only things that exist in the world are me, my father, and Mango. The tears are streaming down my face now and making Mango's fur wet. My father tips Mango's head back and bre...
Chapter 14
From some dark corner of my brain I realize I can't see the colored shapes that would normally accompany the sound. All I see are gray blobs that look like used chewing gum. (14.5)
Chapter 15
"I suddenly remembered her telling me that she loved music so much because she could see the colors in the air all around her." "Are you serious?" I ask in disbelief. "I thought she was just being...