Maybe he was a good a good whitecoat—like Jeb. And maybe the moon was made of cream cheese.

I'd been told that he had been created-literally created-just for me,as my "perfect other half." Let me tell you-if Dylan was my perfect other half, then i needed to give my first half a seriouis look-see.

I have an idea. It’s risky, and Max will kill us when she finds out.” Iggy raised his head. “Sounds like my kind of idea.

My favorite books are actually very complicated - 'One Hundred Years of Solitude', 'Ulysses'.

Never underestimate the power of funny, it moves mountains.

I want my room to smell just like this." Iggy inhaled deeply as the scents flame-broiled burgers and hot french fries wafted around us. 'it would be an improvement.' I agreed.

Even needing to get to Angel, we couldn’t forget the basic necessity of eating.