Clutter is my natural habitat.

It's easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb or a poem they don't understand.

There's a tap on the door then. We all exchange looks, Tommy Falk's as uncertain as the rest of ours. No one moves, so I finally wipe my hands off on my pants, go to the door, and open it a crack. Sean stands on the other side, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a loaf of bread. I wasn't prepared for it to be Sean, so my stomach does a neat little trick that feels like either hunger or escaping.

My words are unerring tools of destruction, and I’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them.

The journal and Gansey were clearly long acquainted, and he wanted her to know. This is me. The real me.

Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.

Delia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.