That's what law is: educated guesses at right and wrong.

This book is so interesting. I always wonder what's going to happen next.

The good thing about being explosive is that no one can beat you.

Roland glares at Connor and Connor glares back. Then he says what he always says at moments like this. "Nice socks." Although Roland doesn't look down right away, it derails him just enough for him to back off. He doesn't check to see if his socks match until he thinks Connor isn't looking. And the moment he does, Connor snickers. Small victories are bet­ter than none.

How can you do the right thing when you can't figure out what that is? When all you have before you are choices in various shades of wrong?

Hope can be bruised and battered. It can be forced underground and even rendered unconscious, but hope cannot be killed.

Dead kids are put on pedestals, but mentally ill kids get hidden under the rug.