I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.

The world went on, as it does, without my full participation, and I only woke up from the reverie when someone said my name.

I hate the rich snots here with a fervent passion I usually reserve only for dental work and my father.

Okay is BURSTING with sensuality

He flipped himself onto his side and kissed me. "You're so hot," I said, my hand still on his leg. "I'm starting to think you have an amputee fetish," he answered, still kissing me. I laughed. "I have an Augustus Waters fetish," I explained.

"Please stop," I said. "You're upsetting the black Santas."

Dear Teens at Starbucks wearing 'Abstain from Sex 2 Attain Ur Goals' t-shirts: Doesn't it depend on what my goals are?