She stared at Peter, and she realized that in that one moment, when she hadn't been thinking, she knew exactly what he'd felt as he moved through the school with his backpack and his guns. Every kid in this school played a role: jock, brain, beauty, freak. All Peter had done was what they all secretly dreamed of: be someone, even for just nineteen minutes, who nobody else was allowed to judge.
Jodi PicoultI donโt think anyone who falls in love has a choice. Youโre just pulled to that person like true north, whether itโs good for you or bound to break your heart.
Jodi PicoultBeing a teenager isn't all that different from being part of someone else's story. There's always someone who thinks they know better than you do
Jodi PicoultI have a sister, so I know-that relationship, it's all about fairness: you want your sibling to have exactly what you have-the same amount of toys, the same number of meatballs on your spaghetti, the same share of love. But being a mother is completely different. You want your child to have more than you ever did. You want to build a fire underneath her and watch her soar. It's bigger than words.
Jodi PicoultHere I am, wasting away inside a book I wish I could escape, and all she wants to do is stay in the story. If I could talk to this girl Delilah, Iโd ask her why on earth she would ever trade a single second of the world sheโs in for the one in which Iโm stuck
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