“And yet, as she sits there with him on the window seat, with his strong arms around her, she knows that if she can survive crying, then there are other things she can survive too. And that if some things… — 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
“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
“...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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“I guess what scares me the most now is the thought that I won't be able to protect you” — Julia Hoban Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
