It's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.
Lauren OliverI close my eyes. An image flashesโemerging from the van with Julian after our escape from New York City; believing, in that moment, that we had escaped the worst, that life would begin again for us. Instead life has only grown harder.
Lauren OliverI shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa
Lauren OliverCould it be? Samantha Kingston? Home? On a Friday?โ I roll my eyes. โI donโt know. Did you do a lot of acid in the sixties? Could be a flashback.โ โI was two years old in 1960. I came too late for the party.โ He leans down and pecks me on the head. I pull away out of habit. โAnd Iโm not even going to ask how you know about acid flashbacks.โ โWhatโs an acid flashback?โ Izzy crows. โNothing,โ my dad and I say at the same time, and he smiles at me.
Lauren Oliver