I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I'd ever known.
Sarah DessenI don't talk about my books while I'm writing them: not even my husband knows what a novel's about until it's done.
Sarah DessenThat sucks, though," Wes said finally, his voice low. "You're just setting yourself up to fail, because you'll never get everything perfect." "Says who?" He just looked at me. "The world," he said, gesturing all around us, as if this party, this deck encompassed it all. "The universe. There's just no way. And why would you want everything to be perfect, anyway?" "I don't want everything to be perfect," I said. Just me, I thought. Somehow. "I just wantโ
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