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362 pages, Hardcover
First published July 13, 2010
The Written Review3.5 stars
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This is a love story. I never knew there were so many kinds of love or that love could make people do so many different things.*deep breath in*
I never knew there were so many different ways to say goodbye.
One thousand ways to say good-bye*deep breath out*
One thousands ways to cry
One thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outside
I say good-bye good-bye good-bye
Because you know that's not how you want it to end. You know I'd love to have you with me, and it will be that way, one day. But this isn't the way it ought to happen.So...you may be wondering what could possibly cause this level of Romeo-Julietesque mourning.
...she made her home in between the pages of books.and
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"If you don’t have memories, it’s like you never existed."
“I’m only telling you this so you know that I have wanted to escape about a hundred thousand times since then. I’ve thought about taking one of my dad’s eight million guns and putting it to my head and blowing my brains out. Sad part? Not even because I miss Jack. I mean, I do, but that’s not why I want to do it. It’s because I feel so damn guilty about how I killed him. I killed him. And some days I just can’t live with that. But I do. Because that’s life, Cole. Life’s pain. You just have to get over as much of it as you can.”
The doe blinked again, face extraordinarily gentle, and my stomach lurched.
She was dead, and I wanted to be. I was going to find out how to keep myself a wolf. Or I just couldn’t do this anymore.
“Still waking up,” I said.
He looked at me.
“Your album. Still Waking Up.”
He looked at me, expression intense. Surprised, maybe, that I’d come close. “That’s exactly how it feels. That’s exactly it. One of these days, I’m going to get used to the idea that it’s morning and I’m going to be a guy for the rest of the day. For all the rest of all the days. But until then, I’m stumbling around.”
He’d only been gone two seconds, but the room got brighter when they were together, as if they were two elements that became brilliant in proximity. At Sam’s clumsy efforts to carry the vacuum, Grace smiled a new smile that I thought only he ever got, and he shot her a withering look full of the sort of subtext you could only get from a lot of conversations whispered after dark.
"This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf and a girl who was becoming one."
“I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.”
“Right now, it's hard to imagine that it is raining anywhere in the world.”
“I had a weird, empty feeling inside me. Not a bad sort of empty. It was a sort of lack of sensation, like being in pain for a long time and then suddenly realizing that you're not anymore.”
“I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.”