“Finishing Year Twelve had been a blessed relief. Although, having read Looking for Alibrandi several times since Year Eight, I was disappointed when Year Twelve did not bring me a handsome, salt-of-the-earth boyfriend and ultimate emancipation from all that ailed… — Laura Buzo Copy Share Image
“The air in my home is heavy with my mom's unhappiness. And her exhaustion. And her sheer dissatisfaction with her life. And I hate… — Laura Buzo Copy Share Image
“I want to be enfolded by him somehow, and to possess him. To have unfettered and exclusive access to him all the time. To… — Laura Buzo Copy Share Image
“Harvey out. PS I have puny shoulders. PPS And I’m okay with that. PPPS I’m not really.” — Laura Buzo Copy Share Image
“I don't watch scary movies. I mean it. Not ever. They make me scared. Scared of being alone in the house. Scared of being… — Laura Buzo Copy Share Image
“He would learn to accept his defeat gracefully – unlike Gatsby with the shotgun – and decide to get on with his life.” — Laura Buzo Copy Share Image
“A nurse and a social worker took fifteen minutes out of their shitty thankless job in the roughest corner of town, sat on a… — Laura Buzo Copy Share Image
“Oh, well. Love is pain. Or is it beauty is pain? I wouldn't know about the latter, but the former makes my sternum ache.” — Laura Buzo Copy Share Image
“You’re very passionate about your unhappiness aren’t you, Chris?’ I responded with, “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well.” — Laura Buzo Copy Share Image
“That fluttery feeling in my chest felt as though it was starting to bruise my rib cage.” — Laura Buzo Copy Share Image
