“...Oh god. I'm one of those girls." "What girls?" he asked, perplexed. " Those girls. The ones in all those books and TV shows. Some dumb high school girl falls in love with some supernatural guy, and he's all, 'Behold,… — Lindsay Ribar Copy Share
“Nobody ever feels just one way about another person, Margo. We're so much more complicated than that. I can see a million things you want from me, just like the million things I want from you. Some of them are wonderful. Some are awful. Some contradict each other, and some don't make sense at all. But none of those things… — Lindsay Ribar Copy Share
“...Oh god. I'm one of those girls." "What girls?" he asked, perplexed. " Those girls. The ones in all those books and TV shows. Some dumb high school girl falls in love with some supernatural guy, and he's all, 'Behold, I am five million years old!' and she's all, 'Oh my god, how can you ever love pathetic little me!'… — Lindsay Ribar Copy Share
“Margo?" came Mom's voice from the kitchen. "Honey, is that you?" I rolled my eyes. "No, it's a burglar. I've come to steal all… — Lindsay Ribar Copy Share Image
“Oliver clapped his hands together, grinning broadly. "Hallelujah. You have no idea how sick I am of high school. Watch out, Jackson High: This… — Lindsay Ribar Copy Share Image
“A minute or so passed by--not long, but long enough to make me wonder whether Oliver was setting up mood lighting or hiding dead… — Lindsay Ribar Copy Share Image
“Are you seriously telling me the truth about all this?" I asked. "I seriously am," he replied. "I was also serious about stealing a… — Lindsay Ribar Copy Share Image
