I've never really thought about it before, but it's a miracle how many kinds of light there are in the world, how many skies: the pale brightness of spring, when it feels like the hole world's blushing; the lush, bright boldness of a July noon; purple storm skies and a green queasiness just before lightning strikes and crazy multicolored sunsets that look like someone's acid trip.
Lauren OliverI don't know whether these feelings - this thing growing inside of me - is something horrible and sick or the best thing that's ever happened to me. Either way, I can't stop it. I've lost control. And the truly sick thing is that despite everything, I'm glad.
Lauren OliverFor a second we just stand there in silence. Then, suddenly, Alex is back, easy and smiling again. โI left a note for you one time. In the Governorโs fist, you know?โ I left a note for you one time. Itโs impossible, too crazy to think about, and I hear myself repeating, โYou left a note for me?โ โIโm pretty sure it said something stupid. Just hi, and a smiley face, and my name. But then you stopped coming.โ He shrugs. โItโs probably still there. The note, I mean. Probably just a bit of paper pulp by now.
Lauren Oliver