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Part Three: Summer Seventeen

Chapter 48 – 57

”My boyfriend is named Percocet,” I say.  We’re very close.  I even went to Europe with him last summer.”

While pretty heartbreaking, Cady using humor as a way to talk about her problems and still protect herself is just so relatable!  I tend to do this way too much also so, Cady, I totally get you.

Also, I really need Gat to make up his freaking mind!  It’s driving me mad how he keeps running hot and cold on her.  The above quote is in response to Gat telling her she’s beautiful and asking her if she has a boyfriend… while sitting alone on the roof in the moonlight.  It feels too much like games and I hate it!  Okay, maybe I get too attached to characters, but I don’t like seeing Cady faced with even more emotional upheaval than she already has to deal with.

Hmmm… More intrigue?  Why would Granddad pay for Cady’s trip to Europe with her father?  Cady is right that it is weird that her dad and not her mom went on the trip if that is the case.  Was he purposefully trying to keep her away from the island that summer, and if so, why?

I’m about to throw in a really long quote and I usually try to avoid excessively long passages, but I really want to emphasize this whole speech Cady gives to Gat here because it makes me want to stand up and cheer that she’s finally speaking her truth.

“I know no one is beating me,” I say, feeling defensive all of a sudden. “I know I have plenty of money and a good education.  Food on the table.  I’m not dying of cancer.  Lots of people have it much worse than I.  And I do know I was lucky to go to Europe.  I shouldn’t complain about it or be ungrateful.”

“Okay, then.”

“But listen.  You have no idea what it feels like to have headaches like this.  No idea.  It hurts,” I say—and realize tears are running down my face, though I’m not sobbing. “It makes it hard to be alive, some days.  A lot of times I wish I were dead, I truly do, just to make the pain stop.”

I want to dislike Gat.  He’s been insensitive and unfaithful and has made things harder for Cady than they need to be.

But when Gat does decide to be that emotional support for her, I do kind of melt a little.  Probably because I just want Cady to be happy so damn badly!

You’re making things hard for him.  Harder than they already are.  You’re going to hurt him.

Why is Mirren trying so hard to protect Gat?  Shouldn’t she be more concerned for her cousin?  Everyone is making me so suspicious!  I distrust every character in this book right now.

Okay, well I guess Mirren never had a boyfriend… That doesn’t necessarily mean she’s not pregnant!  (I will seriously go down with this theory.)  OH!  What if Gat is the father!  That would explain why she’s been so weirdly protective…

When Cady comes out of a multi-day migraine, the others lie about how they spent those days.  I’m starting to really freak out about all the things we don’t know.  Why is everyone so intent on keeping Cady in the dark?  What is everyone hiding?  And is it all one big conspiracy or are they all free agents in the lying game? THIS IS KILLING ME!

“I am sorry, Cady,” Gat goes on.  ”That’s what I should have said to you the first day we got here this year. I was wrong and I’m sorry.”

FUCKING FINALLY!  When Cady wakes up from her most recent migraine, Gat is there in her room.  He sees her notes of memories from that summer and decides to finally talk to her about it.  About the girl he was with at the time and everything.  This apology was a long time coming.

Okay, Aunt Carrie’s nighttime strolls around the island are really starting to be creepy.  Especially because she claims that she doesn’t do that.  Is she sleep walking?  Is this important to the central mystery, or just an added layer of creepy?  I didn’t realize this was a ghost story!

I do not really want to be separate from them.

Ever.

Mirren is becoming more and more suspicious to me!  At first I thought she was the only one showing real concern for Cady, but it seems that every time she rears her protective head it’s to keep Cady in the dark or left behind….

Do you guys realize how hard it is sometimes to stop reading in the middle of action so I can write down my immediate reactions and prediction? Well, I almost couldn’t stop myself to say how nervous it’s making me that Cady wants to climb up the cliff.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I love jumping off high things into water.  It’s one of my favorite things!  But everyone telling Cady she shouldn’t do it and that it’s so dangerous is really freaking me out!

I look up at the rocks from which they jumped.  It seems impossible anyone could survive.

And suddenly, I want to do it.  I start climbing again.

My kind of girl!

I really need her to jump off and for everything to be fine.  I need her to do this thing just for her.  With all the angst, I really need Cady to have a win.

I will prove myself strong, when they think I am sick.

I will prove myself brave, when they think I am weak.

OMG!  OMG I’m so excited!

And then I am up again, and breathing.

I’m okay,

my head is okay,

no one needs to cry for me or worry about me.

I am fine,

I am alive.

I swim to shore.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!  God, that was perfect!

Also, can we take some time to talk about how E. Lockhart sometimes goes into a poetic structure?  I absolutely love when she breaks up the lines like poetry.  It gives a feel more like thought.  I don’t know about you guys, but my thoughts are rarely linear and don’t always flow logically into each other.  Especially in heightened emotion.  I feel like this structure break is used very effectively.

“I—I suppose I was the victim of something.”  It is hard to say these words.  “I suppose that I was raped or attacked or some godforsaken something. That’s the kind of thing that makes people have amnesia, isn’t it?”

You all probably know how I’m feeling here.  I just love that Cady is confronting people and demanding answers. It’s also rather infuriating that Mirren seems to know everything, but will only give cryptic warnings about how “messed-up” that summer was without giving any details.  She says she’s keeping Cady in the dark because the doctors want her to remember in her own time but I’m having a hard time believing that’s her only motivation.

Favorite Quotes:

So used to summers on Beechwood, to endlessly stocked pantries and multiple motorboats and a staff quietly grilling steaks and washing linens—I didn’t even think about where that money might be coming from.

I lie there and wait, and remind myself over and over that it doesn’t last forever.  That there will be another day and after that, yet another day.  One of those days, I’ll get up and eat breakfast and feel okay.

I’d a million times rather live and risk and have it all end badly than stay in the box I’ve been in for the past two years.  It’s a tiny box, Mirren.  Me and Mummy.  My and my pills.  Me and my pain.  I don’t want to live there anymore.

Scavenger birds peck at the oozing matter that leaks from my crushed skull.

Always do what you are afraid to do!

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Part Three:  Summer Seventeen

Chapter 42-47

Now, at the breakfast table, watching him eat my toast, ‘Don’t take no for an answer’ seems like the attitude of a privileged guy who didn’t care who got hurt.

I love that Cady is seeming so much more critical of her surroundings.  And I don’t mean critical in that she’s judging her family and their priorities, but she’s thinking critically about things that she’s always taken for granted.  As far as character growth goes, this is fantastic!  There’s nothing I love more than seeing a character evolve through a story.

It’s pretty easy for me to dislike Granddad; he’s racist and elitist and shallow.  But when he says things like, “A part of me died… and it was the best part,” regarding his wife’s death, it’s also pretty easy for me to sympathize with this man.

I don’t want to pretend.

I don’t want to be friends.

I don’t want to forget. I am trying to remember.

I wish so badly that Gat would understand what Cady is going through!  She’s putting so much emotional energy into him and he is incapable or unwilling to meet her there.  He keeps trying to forget everything, to keep everything the same, but that’s not what Cady needs.  It’s so frustrating to watch!  I want to shake them both and force Gat to look deeper and encourage Cady to communicate and demand the attention she needs to heal.

Cady is slowly getting some of her memories from that summer back and I feel like we are finally digging into the meat of the story.  While I’ve really enjoyed reading this book so far, the writing style itself enough to keep me interested, I’m getting impatient for real info.

And finally, FINALLY, Cady is asking for answers.  From Mirren who I’ve thought, from her emotional responses to Cady so far this summer, has something invested in this issue.

“Did we fight?  Did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t know, Cady.”

“He got upset at me a few nights back.  About not knowing the name of the staff.  About not having seen his apartment in New York.”

There is silence.  “He has good reasons to be mad,” says Mirren finally.

“What did I do?”

Mirren sighs.  “You can’t fix it.”

“Why not?”

Immediately after this Mirren gets sick, choking and gagging like she’s going to vomit, and the two head back home.

This whole interaction feels like it will be very important down the road… It’s safe to say I am definitely intrigued!

Also… Is Mirren pregnant? She’s been talking a lot about having “sexual intercourse” with her boyfriend and says that she “did too much” which is why she got sick and had to go home…

Those of you who’ve already finished this book might be laughing at me right now, but I think I’m on to something!

I seriously think I’m on to something with the whole Mirren-is-pregnant thing!  When Cady starts talking about what she would want for her funeral, Mirren goes into detail about how she would plan her wedding with her boyfriend.  Her response when Cady says that he would have to really love her to wear a yellow cummerbund is “Yeah… but Drake would do it.”  Like it’s something they’ve discussed.  And why would 18-year-olds talk about their wedding unless….

It’s possibly just my complete lack of romantic impulses, but I’m going down with this theory!

Life feels beautiful that day.

I really have nothing important to say about that; I just thought things have been pretty intense and wanted to bask in a moment of Cady’s joy while I can.

Days that follow are darker.

Wow, I’m glad I took that moment of appreciation…“Every now and then a bottle rolls off the roof and the glass smashes.  In fact, there are shards and shards of splintered glass, sticky with lemonade, all over the porch.”

I’m starting to get concerned about how much they are wrecking Cuddledown.  I know a group of teenagers having run of a house is likely to result in a bit of a mess (hell me and my roommates are all in our late 20’s and things are still less than ideal!), but this feels like they are all kind of falling apart.

I love that Cady is asking more questions.  When she asks Johnny why he didn’t visit or e-mail after the accident he says, “I disappeared because I’m an asshole.  Because I don’t think through my choices and I’ve seen too many action movies and I’m kind of a follower.”

My question is:  Who was he following?

Favorite Quotes:

“Oh, that’s not part of the experiment,” Johnny says.  “I just like to be as greasy as possible at all times.”

She walks down the cobblestone sidewalks of Edgartown talking about Drake Loggerhead and it feels to have ‘sexual intercourse’ with him. That’s what she calls it every time; her answer about how it feels has to do with the scent of beach roses mixed with roller coasters and fireworks.

“God,” I quip, “you make it sound like funerals aren’t any fun.”

What if I never get married?  What if I don’t want to get married?

These days she’s a gnarled crone, touching the raw flesh of my brain with her cruel fingernails.

Johnny talks about how he wants to build Hogwarts out of Lego.  Or a Death Star.  Or, wait! Even better is a Lego tuna fish to hang in New Clairmont now that none of Granddad’s taxidermy is there anymore.  That’s it.  Too bad there’s not enough Lego on this stupid island for a visionary project such as this.

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Part Three: Summer Seventeen

Chapter 34-41

“Drugs are not your friend”  Taft looks serious. “Drugs are not your friend and also people should be your friends.”

This is so cute!  This kid being all adorable and concerned just made me smile like an idiot at my tablet.  

And now I’m seeing a pattern:  twice now, while attempting to be nonchalant, Cady has mentioned something that is sure to make the other Liars curious about the aftermath of the accident.  The first time when she told them that she spent her trip to Rome looking at the blue toilet instead of exploring the city the others told her they were told not to talk about it.  And now in Chapter 38 she tells the story of Taft telling her drugs are not your friends.  This, of course, allowed her to casually say that she has a bunch of pills hidden in her dresser.  She so obviously wants to talk about it that it’s almost painful to read!  Everyone is so on egg shells around her though that no one will ask.  I’m curious to see how long this lasts.

You could die.  You could get hurt.  If you are terrified, there’s probably a good reason.  You should trust your impulses.

This feels like foreshadowing to me!  Mirren is getting way too worked up over this for it to mean nothing.  I don’t have anything insightful to say, I just want to call it now so when it comes up later I can say HAH I KNEW IT!

“You only know the me on this island, where everyone’s rich except me and the staff.  Where everyone’s white except me, Ginny, and Paulo.”

“Who are Ginny and Paulo?”

Gat hits his fist onto his palm.  “Ginny is the housekeeper.  Paulo is the gardener.  You don’t know their names and they’ve worked here summer after summer.  That’s part of my point.”

Okay, I might be starting to like Gat a little bit more.  I just love that he’s calling her out on this.  She should at the very least know the names of the people who have been taking care of her for several months every year.  I’m glad this story has someone who is explicitly commenting on this.

His comparison of his standing in the family with Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights is definitely an interesting one.  It’s also a bit concerning that he identifies so strongly with that character since he is not in any way an admirable one.

On a little adventure with her grandfather, Cady runs into the lawyer who is taking care of Granddad’s estate.  In a little aside he tells her, “He’s taken good care of you…. But don’t tell your mother. She’ll stir up trouble again.”

Clearly Cady is in for quite a large inheritance.  This scene coming right on the heels of another one of her fairy tales, in which she tells us that she would choose Gat over her family, makes me think that this won’t necessarily be met with happiness on her part.  From the beginning she’s made it clear that she’s not interested in being the favored grandchild, that she doesn’t like the pressure and expectations that come along with that.  Add that to the fact that Granddad doesn’t approve of Gat, and Gat is her priority, this is not gonna be good!

Favorite Quotes:

Be a little kinder than you have to.

He asked questions about the universe and searched continually for answers. He thought wounds needed attention.

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Part Three: Summer Seventeen

Chapters 23-33

Why, WHY did Granddad have to remodel his house?? The whole reason Cady wanted to go back to the island so much, enough to forgo an awesome trip to Australia, is because she needed a bit of normalcy, of familiarity, back in her life!!  This hurts, guys!

I realize they discussed this idea before I arrived.

That seems to be a bit of a theme with her reunion with the Liars, really with the whole family on the island.  Every time things start to seem just like old times, something happens to remind her of how much she’s missed out on.

I’m kind of starting to hate Gat.  After two years of ignoring her and not attempting to see her or help her while she was going through hell, he’s acting like nothing has happened?  Like its two summers ago and they’re right in the middle of their romance?  This is strike two with me buddy!  First you cheat on your girlfriend and now this!  Nope.  I don’t accept this.  I want to shake Cady and tell her to get a grip!  This was bad from the start and this can’t be going anywhere good!

When Cady’s mom asks her about giving away all her books and she responds, “I want the things to find a better home,” my heart may have broken a little bit.  She doesn’t think she’s a good enough home for her books and as a fanatical book lover this is a little painful to read.

Maybe Gat wants to be with me.  Maybe.  But more likely he’s just looking for me to tell him he did nothing wrong when he left me two summers ago.  He’d like me to tell him I’m not mad.  That he’s a great guy.  But how can I forgive him when I don’t even know exactly what he’s done to me?

Finally she seems at least a little skeptical of this guy!  Maybe I tend to be too critical of these things, but there are too many red flags here for me to be comfortable with Gat.  While the whole running away to make the starting over thing work was pretty cute, I can’t help but think the characterization of him as a little boy is very apt.  He wants to have his cake and eat it too and doesn’t seem to understand why Cady might not be okay with that.

When Granddad says, “That old life is gone,” I got so sad!  He and Cady seem to be in very similar states, though they are handling it differently.  

Or maybe they aren’t. Granddad is trying to get rid of all the memories of his wife by remodeling his house and isn’t that kind of what Cady is doing by getting rid of all her stuff?  Trying to get rid of reminders of a life she no longer has?

Favorite quotes:

It all seems so sad, so unbearably sad for a second, to think of the lovely old maple with the swing.  We never told the tree how much we loved it.  We never gave it a name, never did anything for it.  It could have lived so much longer.

She takes off rubber gloves and then kisses Mummy and hugs me too long and too hard, like she is trying to hug some deep and secret message.

Johnny calls him a pretentious assface.

Just ask.  Don’t ask what I’d say if you did ask.

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Part two: Vermont

Chapters 16-22

Can we take a moment to talk about the first story of the three princesses?  I love it. Like serious love.  Like I want to put it up on my wall.  How often do you think you want something, but really you just want what it does for you?  You think you like a person, but really you just like the attention you get from them?

The sequence of Cady giving away possessions is fairly brutal.  It’s like she’s breaking herself apart, slowly chipping away at little pieces of herself.  She gets rid of a special picture of her grandmother with the same nonchalance as a book she will never reread.

Again E. Lockhart is showing us brief flashes of a girl crumbling in on herself and it’s tremendously effective and heartbreaking.

Now here, Cady talking to her grandpa in chapter 19, we get a parallel to the fairy tale (we totally knew that was coming!):

“I don’t want to be the eldest.  Heiress to the Island, the fortune, and the expectations.

But then again, perhaps I do.”

I’m still confused about why they are called “the Liars.” I’ve yet to see them lie, let alone lie enough to justify it being their identifier…. This is really starting to bug me!

Sorry this is so short, but this section was extremely short!

Favorite quotes:

Chapter 16:

“Does she stay because she loves him as meat loves salt?

Or does she stay because he has now promised her the kingdom?

It is hard for her to tell the difference.”

Chapter 19:

“I love him, but I’m not sure I like him.”

Chapter 20:

“Now, let me ask you this. Who killed the girls?

The dragon?  Or their father?”

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Part 1: Welcome

Chapters 9-15

“Our kiss was electric and soft,

and tentative and certain,

terrifying and exactly right.”

I know I’m supposed to read this and be all aaaaaaaaawwwwwwwww!!! but all I can think about is that Gat has a girlfriend… I can’t imagine this ending well.

I love the bit with the grandpa telling Gat to “watch [himself]” after he walked in on them kissing. No, of course he meant to be careful of bumping his head on the low ceiling!

Oh no!  “Granddad was shaky going downstairs.”  He’s going to die isn’t he??

Well, I guess I was half right?  The grandma died, but I’m still not convinced the grandpa won’t die as well.  I like to think the worst will happen so I can pretend I’m prepared when the bad things happens.  It rarely works.

“She made me act normal. Because I was.  Because I could.”

This parallels the interaction between Cady and her mother after her father left them and she was “shot.” (shut up, we don’t talk about that OKAY?)  I love this reinforcing this idea of the act.  Act normal.  Be normal. You may not be, but you CAN be.  I’m assuming this “keeping up appearances”, even in private, thing will be a significant point of conflict later.

[Trigger Warning: Self -harm]

So much of this narration is figurative that I’m sometimes not sure what’s really happening. (Can we PLEASE stop talking about the getting shot thing! O_O)   So when I got to this passage about Cady’s pain at the loss of her grandma and dad in chapter 11:

“Every time Gat said these things, so casual and truthful, so oblivious—my veins opened.  My wrists split…. When blood dripped on my bare feet or poured over the book I was reading, he was kind.  He wrapped my wrists in soft white gauze and asked me questions about what happened.”

I don’t know if she’s actually talking about self-harm.  I think it’s meant figuratively.  She talks about how odd it is that he thinks wounds need to be tended and it seems most likely that this is just a physical representation of her emotional pain, but I can’t say for sure.

Now, I’m not saying this is a bad thing at all.  I tend to enjoy not having all the answers.

Okay those stupid letters are equal parts pretentious, stupid, and sweet and I FREAKING LOVE IT!

“In any case, I went into the water wearing a camisole, bra, and underwear. Apparently I walked down to the beach wearing nothing more.  We never found any of my clothes on the sand.”

This paragraph freaks me out so much! The fact that she doesn’t know what happened and that there’s a lack of clothes involved wakes up an instinctive girl terror.  I have a feeling learning about what all happened during the accident will span the entirety of the novel and I’m so excited for that suspense!

“In Europe, I vomited into small buckets and brushed my teeth repeatedly with chalky British toothpaste.  I lay prone on the bathroom floors of several museums, feeling the cold tile underneath my cheek as my brain liquefied and seeped out my ear, bubbling.”

I’ve only ever had one migraine in my life, but this passage REALLY hits home.  As odd as it might sound, I love what E. Lockhart does with pain. It’s exquisite and brutal!

Then, in the middle of vivid descriptions of her wretchedness, we get this:

“It is not mysterious to be home on a Saturday night, reading a novel in a pile of smelly golden retrievers.”

Are you kidding? THAT SOUNDS LIKE HEAVEN!!  I know I’m missing the point, I just love dogs, okay….

Did it surprise anyone that Gat wasn’t there for her after the accident?  It’s hard for me to think well of someone who would cheat on his girlfriend.

So, this is the end of Part One: Welcome.  These 15 chapters seemed to really just be setting the scene.  We’ve met the principal characters, introduced the central mystery, and jumped head first into the world and the Sinclair family.

Thus far the story has kind of jumped around a bit with very few concrete details.  It’s an interesting narrative style and one I don’t get to experience very often.  Like I said last time, I love a character driven story and this one is that and more. Everything is so emotionally charged that I can’t help but feel like part of Cady, but it’s not overdone.  I’m finding myself continually impressed!

Favorite quotes from this section.

Chapter 9:

“We were warm and shivering,

and young and ancient, and alive.”

Chapter 11:

“Silence is a protective coating over pain.”

“He asked about Dad and about Gran—as if talking about something could make it better.  As if wounds needed attention.”

Chapter 15:

“Our upper lips are stiff, and it is possible people are curious about us because we do not show them our hearts.”

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Part One: Welcome

Chapters 1-8

(Note: Chapters in this book are incredibly short (87 chapters total) so I will be doing multiple chapters at a time. So let’s jump right in!)

Right away I’m hit pretty hard with some really awesome prose.  Second page (and second chapter) we get this lovely section:

It is true I suffer migraines since my accident.

It’s true I do not suffer fools.

I like a twist of meaning. You see?  Suffer migraines.  Do not suffer fools.  The words means almost the same as it did in the previous sentence, but not quite.

Suffer.

You could say it means endure, but that’s not exactly right.

I can already tell I will LOVE this narrator!  Give me a good semantic discussion any day!

Also, I know I’m only two pages in, but I already have so many questions.  What is this accident?  What kind of dogs are they (I’m a little obsessed with dogs okay GET OVER IT!)?  And who the hell has their own private island!?

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?!?! That was so casually tossed in there! Oh he said he couldn’t take it, he had everything packed, he took the Mercedes, then he SHOT ME IN THE CHEST!  What!?!?!  That’s not an accident that’s attempted murder!!!!

Okay… I see I have overreacted… She wasn’t actually shot in the chest… Let’s all just go about our business now, nothing to see here….

Well now into chapter three a question I had is getting answered:  With all this talk of the blonde Sinclairs, that they take pride in the family look, will there be any mention of race, or will the characters default white without question?  But now we have Ed and his nephew Gat Patel.  I’m curious to see how this is handled in the long run.  We already see that the grandmother is not too happy about it.

The budding romance between Cady and Gat in chapter 5 is just so cute!  I can’t stop thinking about how much I love the style of prose here. So often these types of scenes can be written so annoyingly saccharine.  Showing everything so simply just hits a lot harder for me.  Of course, I’m not huge on romance in general so some of you might not agree.

Where once he’d had our names written, now he had taken to writing the titles of books he wanted to read.

That is so sad, but at the same time makes me want to write the titles of books on my own hands!

This description of Gat being this passionate, enthusiastic person is making me fall in love with him just a little bit!  There’s nothing I love more in a person than passion.  I can definitely see 15-year-old me falling just as hard as Cady did. Hell, I can see 25 year old me going silly over a boy like that!

These first 8 chapters are doing everything I look for in a new novel:  Set up characters I’m interested in, gives me some questions that I know will keep me interested for a while, doesn’t answer them all right away, and, most importantly, makes me care.

Somehow I already care about these characters.  Cady is such a strong, thoughtful narrator that I’m drawn into the story even though nothing much has happened yet.  Strong characters are my biggest weakness.  And I don’t just mean physically strong, kick your ass kind of characters.  But characters that jump at you, characters that feel really invested in their own world. So far this book is setting my expectations really high and that’s very exciting!

I don’t know if I’ll be doing this for every book, but I found myself highlighting so many things that I want to end this post with a list of my favorite quotes in this section. :)

Chapter 2:

I own a well-used library card and not much else.

Suffer.  You could say it means endure, but that’s not exactly right.

It tasted like salt and failure.

Chapter 4:

Johnny, he is bounce, effort, and snark.  Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.

Gat seemed spring-loaded.  Like he was searching for something.  He was contemplation and enthusiasm.  Ambition and strong coffee.  I could have looked at him forever.

Chapter 5:

One day I looked at Gat, lying in the Clairmont hammock with a book, and he seemed, well, like he was mine.  Like he was my particular person.

And somehow we didn’t label it love.

Chapter 6:

I had kissed an unimportant boy or three by now.

Chapter 7:

I spun violently into the sky, raging and banging stars from their moorings, swirling and vomiting.

Chapter 8:

We looked at the sky.  So many stars, it seemed like a celebration, a grand illicit party the galaxy was holding after the humans had been put to bed.

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The first book I’ll be reading for this blog is We Were Liars by E. Lockhart. Let’s do this!

“A beautiful and distinguished family. A private island. A brilliant, damaged girl; a passionate, political boy. A group of four friends—the Liars—whose friendship turns destructive. A revolution. An accident. A secret. Lies upon lies. True love. The truth.”

If you want to follow along you can get this book on Amazon or Barnes & Nobel :)