Seventh grade had a full complement of creeps, weirdos, future criminals, and nerds.
She and Reeve texted all the time, and she followed his Facebook page.
She could eat a salad without worrying about diarrhea.
You had to assume that his body would grow to match, in which case Stephen would become a man of splendid proportions.
She had read a million times that you could not make your boyfriend into something else, so fine—Kathleen would make herself into something else.
She had spent the summer forgetting to be English--and Tannhahorens had spent the summer forgetting the same thing.
She stared at the dark shimmer of glass that faced the street. The Clares never pulled curtains. They were comftorable with the dark. But there was another kind of dark. The darkness of minds full of...
Who was Florinda, and why did she faint so often that she needed a special couch on which to do it?
Sometimes Reeve couldn’t stand women. They were so practical.
Sometimes, when he was older, and especially after he became taller than his mother, he would put his arms around her and silently hold her, and feel her pain right through the fold of his embrace.
Stephen had just come from a class discussion in which several students believed that the right cup of herbal tea would save them from pain and sorrow. Well acquainted with pain and sorrow, Stephen di...
Stephen was holding his glass of tea so tightly it squeezed out the bottom of his grip like toothpaste and landed on the table.
Stephen was shaped like a tire iron, all his bones a little too long:
Stop being picky! yelled Mandy. You’re down to twelve minutes and you still have to swipe your credit card!
Father knocked on her door. Kitten? May I come
The Harbor was a plain brick building, undistinguished and solid.
The letter, crumpled in her purse, felt as large as any Rocky Mountain.
The most crippling part of my personality is that as much as I want to know something, I can't bear admitting I'm ignorant. It's as if I think I should have been born knowing and understanding all. As...
The only evil is that I don't mind that it happened.
The only good things about his eighteenth year were the things he hadn’t done: He hadn’t murdered anybody or sold drugs.
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