“We'd already talked in the stacks, and I knew you were different from any other girl I'd met. And you told me that your parents were dead, and I thought that you were so . . . lost and vulnerable.… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“It's hard to keep something a secret when it's written all over you body.” — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“Every lineament of the girl's wasted body is a testament to her inner turmoil. Willow can only imagine what kind of pain she must… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“I just figured out why someone would want to make the first mirror... I think some lover wanted his beloved to see how she… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“...her hand closes on smooth metal. Her fingers test the sharpness of the edge. Perfect. It's a fresh blade. The girls' voices rustle in… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“And she knows then that she was right about her brother, that it takes an unbelievable strength to feel this kind of grief, and… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“And yet, as she sits there with him on the window seat, with his strong arms around her, she knows that if she can… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“She watches as the blood springs from the cut she's making, but it doesn't change anything. Not this time. She swipes again, deeper. Now… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“Well, sometimes I worry that my whole life will be based about what's comfortable and easy. I'll care too much about what makes me… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“I guess what scares me the most now is the thought that I won't be able to protect you” — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“If someone were to look carefully, the angry red marks underneath the fine cotton of her blouse would be clearly visible. But nobody ever… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“I bought you something" Willows blurts out. "You bought...What?" Willow closes her eyes for a second. She's a little surprised she's going to give… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“But...Well, have you ever done this with anyone else?" "Never." He pulls her down so that she is lying on the window seat. "Good."… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“You couldn't really say that something that hurts so badly feels good exactly. It's more that it just feels right. And something that feels… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“Her brother is crying, he is wretched and broken. Though his sobs are barely audible, he is weeping with absolute and total abandon. Such… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
