I felt a tickle on my skin; it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up my arm. He was laughing to himself, hushed and infectious, as if there was still any reason to be quite.

I know not to trust anyone," i say. "Except..." Holly studies my face. "You do fancy him, don't you? What a strange, wonderful, repressed place this is.

All of them are men, not a girl amongst them unless you count Tommy Falk because his lips are so pretty.

I was against felonies when a misdemeanor would do.

Nothing had changed. Nothing.

and i am a boy waiting-for the heat and fruitfulness of summer,waiting to see who will walk out of those woods for me. Waiting for my lovely summer girl

There's no such thing as a good book or a bad book. There's a book that matters to a reader.