It was a strangely disorienting feeling, to have something you'd relied on for so long start to change, like finding out that gravity no longer worked on Mondays.

The big thing in my family growing up is that everybody had to play a musical instrument. We were like the von Trapps.

Ronan Lynch lived with every sort of secret.

How long?" His smile was amazingly sweet. "The longest." For ever?" Sam's lips smiled, but above his grin, his yellow eyes turned sad, as if he knew it was a lie. "Longer.

Lunch." I said. "Immediately. I'm going to wither away to absolutely nothing. Then you'll be racked with guilt." "I doubt it.

Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat.

My good mood felt like an endangered species.