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quote 2017-11-09 15:15
¨If you take a book with you on a journey,¨ Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, ¨an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it...yes, books are like flypaper--memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.¨
Inkheart - Cornelia Funke,Anthea Bell

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quote 2017-10-29 07:51
Were you picturing Jack as a puppy again ?
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quote 2017-10-27 09:49
You know how sometimes you can feel eyes on you? That’s why I looked up. She stared so hard, so intently I could feel it. I met her eyes and I swear I don’t think I’ve ever been looked at like that before— like she wanted to eat me.
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quote 2017-10-26 06:37
His entire body blushes and he covers his face with his hands so that I can barely see him. “She throws romance parties.” “Wait.” I try so hard not to laugh. “I’m sorry. What did you say?” He throws his head back against the bed. “Romance parties.” “Like, um, sex toys?”
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quote 2017-10-25 04:58

“Willowdean.” I turn. He moves toward me so quickly that I feel like I’m moving, too. Our noses brush and his lips stop short of mine. My mind’s eye has yet to catch up and process that he is here, in my bubble, redefining everything I thought I knew of myself. My discretion. My pride. They’re both gone and it’s like I’ve got horse blinders on. I am kissing Bo Larson. I am thinking of Bo Larson. For the first time in my life, I feel tiny. I feel small. And not in the shrinking flower kind of way. This feeling: it empowers me. “I want to kiss you,” he says, and with each word, his lips brush against mine I lose all words and, instead, lace my fingers through his hair and pull his lips to meet mine.
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