Cath couldn't stop thinking about Levi and his ten thousand smiles.
Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
You act like there are two kinds of girls,' she said. 'The smart ones and the ones that boys like.
Nothing before you counts,” he said. “And I can’t even imagine an after.
Emergency dance party--go away.
Take your vitamins. Don't drink vodka. Get used to empire waistlines.