The distinction has blurred between young adult and adult books. Some of the teen books have become more sophisticated.

Polly was pretty good at dieting, all right, but she was beginning to wonder whether you ever lost the parts of your self that you wanted to lose.

I killed her once and died for her many times

She felt like parts of her soul were missing, had left her body long ago. It had happened not in Greece three months ago, but long before that. It was in Greece that she'd realized those parts had left her and were not coming back.

There were certain qualities you possessed carelessly. And you couldn't retrieve them when they were gone. The very act of caring made them impossible to regain.

She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.

The phone was her worst enemy and her best friend but she never knew which until she answered it.