I could be worse, you know." "How?" I asked, teasing. "I mean, I have a work of calligraphy over my toilet that reads, 'Bathe yourself in the comfort of God's words,' Hazel. I could be way worse." "Sounds unsanitary," I said.

My stomach sank. JP had come so close. His immigrant parents had sacrificed so much.

But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us.

Anyway, that was the last good day I had with Gus until the Last Good Day.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.

His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn't even know that guys could turn me on-not, like, in real life

There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, then all at once it gets awkward.