I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It's hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside you like a stone.
Lauren OliverI wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.
Lauren Oliver"And I love you too." His fingers skate the edge of my jaw, dance briefly over my lips. "You should know that. You have to know that."
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