After that, I started to get fascinated by the whole situation, mostly because I noticed a bunch of weird stuff. Which was how I figured out Lizzie Lovett’s secret.
Lizzie Lovett went into the woods and never came out. But I would. I would come back with all her secrets.
Lizzie was… magnetic. But once you started talking to her, you realized there was no substance. She’s the kind of person who can be summed up in one sentence. You’re strange and complicated and sometimes really frustrating, but that’s what makes you interesting, Hawthorn. Doesn’t that mean something?
As the plot move along it becomes more about Hawthorn finding herself in the midst of finding answers to the disappearance of Lizzie Lovett. As she learns more about Lizzie’s life post-high school she quickly sees life doesn’t revolve around popularity and cliques. She learns that you are not defined by people but rather by yourself.
I would never have the guts to walk away from everything and everyone I knew. I thought of Lizzie, of course. Like Sundog, she shed her old skin and became someone new, started over from scratch. I wished I had their courage.
There was no shapeshifting involved. Hers was a much simpler story than that. Afterward, everyone nodded and said of course, of course, as if they’d known what happened all along. But they didn’t. How could they have known? Their guesses were as good as mine.