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He moves like a dancer.
Just stand. Bend. Balance.
I would love to go to Greece.
You - best secret boyfriend ever.
Dreams aren't memories," he says.
If you believe you can read you can
I highly regret this day in advance.
He kisses her. She kisses him. They kiss.
Janie. Does not like. To be called. Buffy.
Get me outa here. F*ckin' creepy cheerleaders.
With practice, you will master your own dreams.
Dreams happen in the strangest places. Watch for them.
Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.
Feels like I'm in a play and I don't know all my lines.
Hippie said he couldn't stay. Be back tomorrow -Love,Mom
It's the intent, not the word, that makes something harsh.
Once you read something, you can't erase it from your brain.
No rash decisions. No big commitments. Each day as it comes.
It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.
Janie: So you're a double agent? Cabel: Sure.That sounds sexy.
Nearly every notable event in 'Wake' has a date or a time stamp.
Who hasn't had the 'I went to school/work in my underwear' dream?
I know i'll screw up. But i'll keep trying, as long as you let me.
I would like to be able to disappear whenever I do something dorky.
They have an unusual relationship. And when things are good, it's magic.
Go force your condescending man-logic on the next house. You can go now.
Maybe you don't have to remember something for it to be true. For it to exist.
There's something about a guy who admits he's a jerk that makes him forgiveable.
Cabel gives her a quizzical look. "I am totally not getting enough attention here.
If you want to touch me, Kendall, touch me. Don't hide behind those little girl slaps.
Whatever I want,' he says. 'Yes.' 'I'm afraid you haven't been privy to that dream yet.
A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.
I was a blueberry picker, bindery worker, bookstore clerk and later manager, and a Realtor.
The thought of being with Shay Wilder makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a butter knife
So, ah, I'm not sure if you know this, but you're not wearing a shirt." "Distracting, isn't it?
I don't see a day when teenagers don't read. They are very enthusiastic. That is so inspiring to me.
Time to stop crying, time to get her act together and do something. Time to move beyond the pity party.
And then they kiss. Slowly, gently. Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.
The phone rings. “Asshole,” she mutters. She picks it up. “Will you let me explain?” “No.” She hangs up.
But then you slammed a door handle into my gut. And when a girl does that to a guy; it means she likes him.
You're asking for trouble, Hannagan," he growls. "And you would be....?" Janie asks. She giggles. "Trouble.
I went to Holland Christian High School in Holland, Michigan, and to Calvin College in Grand Rapids, Michigan.
They linger near the back door, forehead to forehead and curved like statues as their lips whisper and brush together.
Janie’s hip buzzes again. Maybe she'll have to have her whole leg amputated, she thinks sadly. That would really suck.
Carrie doesn't seem to talk about anything with sharp edges. Maybe she's afraid they might poke her and then she'd burst.
She gets to school late. Bashful gives her a tardy, and won't reconsider. Janie always hated Bashful. Stupidest. Dwarf. Ever.
I love Chris Crutcher, Sara Zarr, Lois Lowry, Elizabeth Scott, Madeleine L'Engle, Gordon Korman, Michelle Magorian, Heather Bouwman.
Janie blinks and leans against the wall, just in case. But it's no one's dream. It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.
Because there's no way on earth she's going to make it through college unless she grows some serious ovaries and turns this train wreck around
Janie calls Cabel. "Hi, uh, Mom," she says. Cabel snorts. "Hello, dear. Did you make it through the blizzard?" "Yeah. Barely." Janie grins into the phone.