ONCE WHEN I WAS ninth grade i had to write a paper on a poem. One of the lines was"If your eyes weren't open you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking' It hadn't meant meant much to me at the time. After all there'd been a guy in the class that i liked so how could i be expected to pay attention to literary analysis? Now three year later i understand the poem perfectly.
Richelle MeadYou know, you still owe me pancakes. I think I could go forโฆapple cinnamon ones now. โ โApple cinnamon? You sure are demanding.โ โItโs all right. I think youโre man enough for it.โ โThetis, if I actually believed you had either apples or cinnamon in your kitchen, Iโd make them for you right now.โ I didnโt answer. I was pretty sure I had some year-old Apple Jacks, but that was about it.
Richelle MeadThe love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much the world did think I'd moved on.
Richelle MeadYou should make her call you โMiss Georgina,โโ added Hugh with a mocking southern drawl. โOr at least โmaโam.โโ Niphonโs presence and Jeromeโs lecture had put me in a grouchy mood. โIโm not doing any mentoring. Sheโs so gungho to take on the worldโs male population, she doesnโt even need me.โ The three men exchanged more smirks. Cody made some hissing and meowing sounds, scratching at the air. "This isnโt funny,โ I said. "Sure it is,โ said Cody.
Richelle MeadReally, it's my fault. It was there. A hundred times there. How often did I see it? I knew. It kept happening. Over and over, you'd say you were through with him...and over and over, I'd believe it...no matter what my eyes showed me. No matter what my heart told me. My. Fault.
Richelle MeadEven I make mistakes." I put on my brash, overconfident face. "I know it's hard to believeโkind of surprises me myselfโbut I guess it has to happen. It's probably some kind of karmic way to balance out the universe. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair to have one person so full of awesomeness.
Richelle Mead