“You like them," I realized. Noah's eyebrows lifted in question. "Like as people." "As opposed to...furniture?" "They're my PARENTS." "That is my understanding, yes.” — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“While Daniel disappeared into his room, probably to limn the contours of some exquisite constellation of philosophical nonsense for his internship applications and gasp in the throes of his overachieving OCDness.” — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I was covered in blood. The second thing I noticed was that this… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“You could start a fire with the heat between you two." "You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.” — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“I was applauding Mara for her extraordinarily appropriate use of the term 'batsh*t crazy” — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“So, what are you doing with my little sister today?” Daniel asked. I closed my eyes in defeat. “I’m afraid I can’t ruin the… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“They lie, you know. It's not easier to ask for forgiveness. Not even a little.” — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“what if they make me stay? To keep me safe?”“I wouldn’t, if I were them.” “What do you mean?”“Any minute now . . .”Two… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“Have you seen the rest of the flat?” A single shake. “Would you like to?” A single nod. “Follow.” I turn away from her… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“You’re distracting,” I said truthfully. “I won’t be. I promise,” Noah said. “I’ll get some crayons and draw quietly. Alone. In a corner.” — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
