This is the language of the world beforeโa world of chaos and confusion and happiness and despairโbefore the blitz turned streets to grids, cities to prisons, and hearts to dust.
Lauren OliverIt won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would)
Lauren OliverSummer explodes into Portland. In early June the heat was there but not the color--the green were still pale and tentative, the morning had a biting coolness--but by the last week of school everything is Technicolor and splash, outrageous blue skies and purple thunderstorms and ink-black night skies and red flowers as brights as spots of blood.
Lauren Oliver