That was the thing: Once, the difference between light and dark had been basic. One was good, one bad. Suddenly, though, things werenโt so clear. The dark was still a mystery, something hidden, something to be scared of, but Iโd come to fear the light, too. It was where everything was revealed, or seemed to be. Eyes closed, I saw only the blackness, reminding me of this one thing, the most deep of my secrets; eyes open, there was only the world that didnโt know it, bright, inescapable, and somehow, still there.
Sarah DessenSometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm.
Sarah DessenI drove off, with my friends watching me go, all of them grouped on Lissa's hood. As I pulled onto the road, I glanced into the rearview and saw them: they were waving, hands moving through the air, their voices loud, calling out after me. The square of that mirror was like a frame, holding this picture of them saying good-bye, pushing me forward, before shifting gently out of sight, inch by fluid inch, as I turned away.
Sarah Dessenbut you could also look at it the other way. Like youโre saying no matter how bad things are for you, I can still relate.
Sarah Dessen