Easterners didn’t really care? Niceness for its own sake wasn’t a virtue to them.
But the truth was that I didn't want to stay in Riley. The pulls of familial love and obligation could not, for the moment, compete with the promise of early-relationship sex. Starlight and beer and o...
… eram prea tanara atunci sa-mi dau seama cum simple considerente geografice sau temporale puteau sa separe oamenii. Acestea sunt motivele pentru care n-ar fi trebuit sa ma intreb ce m-am intrebat mai...
We both were smiling, and I loved him, I loved him completely, and I knew that he loved me back. I could feel it. That moment- inside it, I could anticipate the thing I most wanted and I could be beyo...
We all stood and gathered our backpacks and I looked at the floor around my chair to make sure I hadn’t dropped anything. I was terrified of unwittingly leaving behind a scrap of paper on which were w...
To think of the Midwest as a whole as anything other than beautiful is to ignore the extraordinary power of the land. The lushness of the grass and trees in August, the roll of the hills (far less of...
The interest I felt in certain guys then confused me, because it wasn't romantic, but I wasn't sure what else it might be. But now I know: I wanted to take up people's time making jokes, to tease the...
Sure, I believed the worst of myself but - not really. I was always waiting to be proven wrong.
Sports contained the truth, I decided, the unspoken truth (how quickly we damn ourselves when we start to talk, how small and inglorious we always sound), and it seemed hard to believe that I had neve...
She would say that we create our own reality-that the truth, ultimately, is what we choose to believe.
She came down to my dorm that night, knocking on the door around nine o'clock. Martha was at the library, and I was eating graham crackers and reading 'Glamour'. She didn't wait for me to open the doo...
See, I always forget this about you, he says, and even now, long after we first lost our privacy, I can't help wondering who's overhearing him. Every decade, you like to pin me to the ground, pull ope...
Reading the nurse’s name tag, Mr. Bennet replied with fake enthusiasm, Bernard! We’re mourning the death of manners and the rise of overly familiar discourse. How are you?
People are complicated, she continued, and the ones who aren't are boring. Then maybe I'm boring.We looked at each other, and in a genuinely sad voice, she said, Maybe you are.
Part of getting what you want is asking for it.
Oh, how different my life would have been had I not grown up in the same house with my grandmother, how much narrower and blander! She was the reason I was a reader, and being a reader was what had ma...
Of course, now I wonder where I had gotten the idea that for you to participate in a gathering, the other people had to really, really want you to be there and that anything short of rabid enthusiasm...
My heart clutched - it was one of those moments when you feel time is a rug that's been yanked out from under you; everything around you has changed so gradually that it is only all at one you look up...
Jane resembled nothing so much as a pregnant angel. She
In my expectation that good fortune will lead inextricably to its reversal, I should note that I don't think I'm less deserving of happiness than anyone else; it is that in an unequal world, nobody de...