“Willow sees her before any of the others. A walking skeleton, the victim of some terrible wasting disease, like something out of the history books, a death camp survivor. It takes Willow a moment to realize that the girl is… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“It's hard to keep something a secret when it's written all over you body.” — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“Every lineament of the girl's wasted body is a testament to her inner turmoil. Willow can only imagine what kind of pain she must… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“I just figured out why someone would want to make the first mirror... I think some lover wanted his beloved to see how she… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“...her hand closes on smooth metal. Her fingers test the sharpness of the edge. Perfect. It's a fresh blade. The girls' voices rustle in her head. Their clamoring pushes out all rational thought. She rolls up her sleeve. The bite of the blade kills the noise. It wipes out the memory of those staring faces. Willow looks at her arm,… — Julia Hoban Copy Share
“And she knows then that she was right about her brother, that it takes an unbelievable strength to feel this kind of grief, and… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“And yet, as she sits there with him on the window seat, with his strong arms around her, she knows that if she can survive crying, then there are other things she can survive too. And that if some things are lost to her forever, there are others that she has not yet begun to experience. She knows too that… — Julia Hoban Copy Share
“She watches as the blood springs from the cut she's making, but it doesn't change anything. Not this time. She swipes again, deeper. Now… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“Well, sometimes I worry that my whole life will be based about what's comfortable and easy. I'll care too much about what makes me… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“I guess what scares me the most now is the thought that I won't be able to protect you” — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“If someone were to look carefully, the angry red marks underneath the fine cotton of her blouse would be clearly visible. But nobody ever… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“I bought you something" Willows blurts out. "You bought...What?" Willow closes her eyes for a second. She's a little surprised she's going to give… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
