She's not my type,' Carter says. 'So what is your type?' 'Tall, skinny, black hair, blue eyes, freckly nose. Blue tinsel wig and snowflakes optional.' 'Skinny?' I squeal. 'Definitely. Pretending to be shy, sensible and stand-offish when really you're mad… — Cathy Cassidy Copy Share Image
The tiniest criticism or put-down soaks into me and lies in my heart like a stone. Sometimes that spurs me on to work harder,… — Cathy Cassidy Copy Share Image
“She’s going to leave me,’ Max says. ‘She doesn’t love me any more. You” — Cathy Cassidy Copy Share Image
Look," I whisper to Cat, "Shooting star! That's good luck." She rolls her eyes. "It's a plane, you idiot," she says, and when I… — Cathy Cassidy Copy Share Image
She's not my type,' Carter says. 'So what is your type?' 'Tall, skinny, black hair, blue eyes, freckly nose. Blue tinsel wig and snowflakes… — Cathy Cassidy Copy Share Image
love comes from the heart not from the mind. you will love and be loved. don't force things good things take time.one good reason… — Cathy Cassidy Copy Share Image
“You’re better off without him. Look at you all, you can breathe here – you’re not all creeping around scared to make a noise,… — Cathy Cassidy Copy Share Image
Daisy chains are pretty fragile, and it turns out that families are too. — Cathy Cassidy Copy Share Image
“I wonder why I still want to slap her. I must be a very mean and unforgiving person.” — Cathy Cassidy Copy Share Image
“if he were a pony I would offer him food, stroke his ears and scratch his neck; but he curls his lip at the… — Cathy Cassidy Copy Share Image
