She still felt shell-shocked by all of it, numb. Beneath the numbness, though, was a raw and terrible anger that was unlike anything she'd felt before. She had so little experience with genuine anger that it scared her. She actually worried that if she started screaming, she'd never stop.

It was true; always had been. Friendships were like marriages in that way. Routines and patterns were poured early and hardened like cement.

Sometimes being a good friend means saying nothing.

Popularity means people think they know you.

Sitting around and waiting for your muse is not the best choice.

Lately he'd been seen going out less and less, becoming that strangest of animals in a small town: a loner.

Books + friendship = book club