“I hope the people I hurt can see past the prank to the very real respect and affection I feel for them. If not, I may have to take my own advice, buy myself some cute shoes and march on.… — Jody Gehrman Copy Share Image
“He's an intricate, mesmerizing puzzle; I only succeeded at putting the pieces together because for once in my life I observed. I stopped talking long enough to listen - really listen - not just to what's said, but also to… — Jody Gehrman Copy Share Image
“Sure, okay, I'll pick up some cat litter. Anything else?" "Watch your back, G." Then she hung up. Hero paused in her sobbing to look at me quizzically. "Why does your mom want cat litter? You guys don't even have a cat." "She uses it for..." I searched my brain madly, but all I could come up with was "teaching."… — Jody Gehrman Copy Share
“Suddenly, the gods have stopped saying yes and have started making really obnoxious farting noises. In my face. With their armpits.” — Jody Gehrman Copy Share Image
“Maybe illusion and artifice—lies, even—are a necessary part of romance.” — Jody Gehrman Copy Share Image
“Yeah, I usually breathe. It comes sort of naturally to me. If I forget, asphyxiation’s a handy reminder.” — Jody Gehrman Copy Share Image
“Art boy is obviously intimidated. You're like the sun and he's squinting up at you, barely able to see because of your blinking radiance” — Jody Gehrman Copy Share Image
“Went home briefly to get my halter dress for Hero's party, and Mom was waiting for me at the kitchen table. Either she's psychic, or she totally reads my journal, because I haven't said a word about Ben, but somehow she knows something is up. She was siting with a tray of peanut butter crackers, milk, and about twenty pamphlets… — Jody Gehrman Copy Share
“All of us have our wires crossed and crisscrossed so many times it's impossible to untangle the mess. It really does seem like the… — Jody Gehrman Copy Share Image
“These guys may not talk too much about relationships, but they sure do blush at telling moments, don’t they? Maybe that’s the key to… — Jody Gehrman Copy Share Image
“She has ESB,” I say. Chloe rolls her eyes. “ESP you mean?” “No, ESB. Extrasensory Bitchyness.” — Jody Gehrman Copy Share Image
