No one's family is normal. Normalcy is a lie invented by advertising agencies to make the rest of us feel inferior.

But I know how this romantic stuff works: one girl's perfect guy is another girl's reject. And right now I'm glad of it.

..."And then we played Ping-Pong—” “Not pool? I always assumed he was a billiards man—I mean, it’s so handy the way he keeps a stick up his—

He can’t ground her if he’s already killed her,” I pointed out when Juliana quoted this to me. “Well, he can, but it wouldn’t have the same impact.

Man, I hated not being able to figure someone out. And from the slightly uncertain look he gave me as we all went to class, I suspected he felt the same way.

Basically, the world is a giant shithole. But some of us are capable of imagining something better.

Everyone at Coral Tree Prep was good-looking. Really. Everyone. I didn't see a single fat or ugly kid all morning. Maybe they just locked them up at registration and didn't let them out again until graduation.