South of Somewhere and north of Nowhere.

High school sucked. It was a universal truth, and whoever said these were supposed to be the best years of your life was probably drunk or delusional.

The good and the bad, the sugar and the salt, the kicks and the kisses—what’s come before and what will come after, you and me—

I'd ridden to school with Link every day since kindergarten, when we became best friends after he gave me half his Twinkie on the bus. I only found out later it had fallen on the floor.

Aw, come on. I barely speak English, unless we're talking about the Lowcountry kind.

Ethan thought he was doing the right thing. He knew it was crazy. And he didn’t want to go, but he had to anyway. Ethan was like that. Even if he was dead. He saved the world, but he shattered mine. What now?

You need help, and that's what books are for.