At least she had a clear picture of what the Lying Game was now: Girl Scouts for psychopaths.
But Mike was like a Bjork song-all happy and giddy and fun on the surface, but bubbling with turmoil and pain underneath.
I really like reading about how families work together.
Never trust a pretty girl with an ugly secret.
There's really kind of nobody we can trust.
She hated their new nickname. It made them sound like deranged Barbie dolls.