But then you slammed a door handle into my gut. And when a girl does that to a guy; it means she likes him. — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
“Aaron looked at Alex as they reached the bottom of the steps. "What? What is that? Jerkface? Is that good?" Alex snorted. "Yeah, Aaron. It's really good. I think it means she likes you.” — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
Captain looks at Janie closely. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," she says. "You're gonna have a heck of a shiner by the time the day's… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
“It's the touching they both long for. The holding. Spent their whole lives, each without any.” — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
The Thickety is a sinister, magical debut with a marvelous and shocking heroine. J.A. White’s elegant writing and masterful plot kept me turning pages… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
She sits in the driveway, freezing, for thirty-six minutes. Arguing with herself. Because she thinks she's in love with him too. And there are… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
“She opens her eyes slowly. It takes her a moment to adjust to the bright kitchen light, shining in her eyes. "Can we rearrange… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
“She knows some of her thoughts are irrational. She knows it and has always known it, even in fifth grade, when she used to… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
“Are you actually laughing at me? Seriously?" Janie rubs her hair with a towel. "I almost died out there. Plus my brain is now… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
“Hux closed his eyes and gave a ragged sigh, as if he’d been through a battle. Everyone around them became quiet, waiting to hear… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
Do you still love me, Janie?' Janie stares at him, incredulous. 'Yes, of course! I don't say it lightly.' 'Say it lightly in my… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
With the notebook resting ominuslously on Janie's bed, Janie procrastinates. Does her homework first. And pours herself a bowl of ceral. Breakfast - one… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
“Janie imagines a life without people. Without him. Broken heart, loneliness, but able to see, to feel. To live. To be, in peace. Not… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
Janie calls Cabel. "Hi, uh, Mom," she says. Cabel snorts. "Hello, dear. Did you make it through the blizzard?" "Yeah. Barely." Janie grins into… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
