Landline

“Nobody would ever describe Neal as fully animated. Or expressive. His thoughts didn’t play across his face like light on water. Which means Georgie cataloged every flinch, every flick of his eyes, and tried to figure out what they meant. This seemed like a great way to spend the rest of her life.”
Landline, p. 146
By Rainbow Rowell
Published 2014

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How I Live Now

“There never were seven more silent human beings in the back of a truck, we were too stunned even to cry or speak. When we reached Reston Bridge our driver, who I knew was a close friend of the Major’s, got out of the truck and stood there for a minute trying to get up the courage to go inside and tell Mrs. M what happened, but first he turned to us and said in a voice that sounded broken and full of rage, In case anyone needed reminding This is a War. And the way he said those words made me feel like I was falling.”
How I Live Now, p. 105
By Meg Rosoff
Published 2004

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Me Before You

“Potential. Yes Potential. And I cannot for the life of me see how you can be content to live this tiny life. This life that will take place almost entirely within a five mile radius and contain nobody who will ever surprise you or push you or show you things that will leave your head spinning and unable to sleep at night.”
Me Before You, p. 205
By Jojo Moyes
Published 2012

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Tell the Wolves I’m Home

“When I was in the city, I always had the feeling that everyone could see right through me. Like all the real city people could see immediately that I was from the suburbs. No matter what I wore or how cool I tried to look, I could tell that Westchester was written all over me, head to toe. But not when I was with Finn. Finn was like a ticket into being a real city person. He had a glow that covered me in authentic city light.”
Tell the Wolves I’m Home, p. 204
By Carol Rifka Brunt
Published 2012

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Eleanor & Park

“I never said why I like you, and now I have to go.”
“That’s okay,” he said.
“It’s because you’re kind,” she said. “And because you get all my jokes…”
“Okay.” He laughed.
“And you’re smarter than I am.”
“I am not.”
“And you look like a protagonist.” She was talking as fast as she could think. “You look like the person who wins in the end. You’re so pretty, and so good. You have magic eyes,” she whispered.
Eleanor & Park, p. 113
By Rainbow Rowell
Published 2013

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The Bookshelf


Teddy
greycityscape1
The Interestings
writingdesk3s
The Glass Castle
america1s
The Picture of Dorian…
deadflowers1
The Boy Who Talked wit…
whitehouseresize5
The Invisible Circus
patinedladies2s
On the Road
natgeoedit5
Eating Animals
redbarn2s