Because I hate that word. Like being gay is something to be ashamed of. Like because Mer likes sports, it automatically makes her a lesbian. That insult doesn't even make sense.
Because I was right. For the two of us, home isn't a place. It's a person
Because, of course, of how intelligent you are. And funny. Not that you aren't attractive. Because you are. Attractive. Oh, bugger...I wait.Are you still there, or did you hang up because I'm such a b...
But I don't want to give you this broken, empty me. I want you to have me when I'm full, when I can give something back to you. I don't have much to give right now.
But...she didn't know him, did she? Marigold was suddenly struck by how badly she to know him.
Cricket tells a joke and turns to see if I'm laughing, if I think he's funny, and I want him to know that I think he's funny, and I want him to know that I'm glad he's my friend, and I want him to kn...
Cricket walks several steps behind me. It's a careful distance. I wonder if he's looking at my butt.WHY DID I JUST THINK THAT? Now my butt feels COLOSSAL. Maybe he's looking at my legs. Is that better...
De verdad, no conozco a ninguna chica americana que se pueda resistir al acento inglés.
Did I ever tell you I went to school in America?What? No.It's true,for a year. Eighth grade. It was terrible.Eighth grade is terrible for everyone, I say.Well,it was worse for me. My parents had just...
Do adults realize how lucky they are? Or do they forget that these small moments are actually small miracles? I don’t want to ever forget.
El mundo guarda silencio salvo por los latidos constantes de nuestros corazones.
Everyone's here except for St. Clair. Meredith cranes her neck around the cafeteria. He's usually running late.Always, Josh corrects. Always running late.I clear my throat. I think I met him last nigh...
Eğer ben yıldızlarsam, Cricket Bell koskoca galaksiler eder.
Foreign novels are less action-oriented. They have a different pace; they’re more reflective. They challenge us to look for the story, find the story within the story.
Había pasado tantas noches oscuras tratando de olvidarme de Cricket. No parecía justo que él se hubiera olvidado de mí.
Había una vez, una chica que hablaba con la luna. Y ella era misteriosa y perfecta, de la forma en que lo son las chicas que hablan con la luna. En la casa de al lado, vivía un chico. Y el chico obser...
He stares at his hands. Whatever word he wrote there, its been crossed off. There's only a black box. Lola, you were the only person I wanted there that night. I was crazy about you, but I didn't know...
Hello? No reply. My shoulders sag. What’s the point of a staircase if no one is here to watch my entrance?
Here is everything I know about France: Madeline and Amélie and Moulin Rouge.
Hi, I whisper. He peels off my hands and turns toward the aisle. Please don't make this any harder than it already is, he whispers back.
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