Quotes from Lauren Henderson

But she's reading the email over and over again and playing Adele and Amy Winehouse," Paige reveals. Adele and Amy Winehouse? Oh no. We'd better keep an eye on her," I say grimly.

L'amore è bello ." Love is beautiful.

It's nice to see you." Stupid, silly, banal little words. Luca smiles, his dark blue eyes sparking. "Nice?" he says, and he starts to take off his shoes. "This is a very strong word in English, non è vero ?" "No," I say quickly. "It's not a strong word at all." "Oh, peccato ," he says cheerfully, which means "what a shame.

Se scorre un fiume dentro ad ogni cuore, arriveremo al mare prima o poi ," he says, looking down at me. "More Jovanotti," he adds, smiling, as he sees me staring at him in confusion. Jovanotti is Luca's favorite singer; he's quoted songs of his before to me. But I don't know this one. "'If a river runs inside every heart, we will arrive at the sea,'" he translates.

We will have a light dinner at seven and leave the house at eight. Everyone must be ready and dressed in their best clothes." Her mouth twists in a knowing smile. "You should probably tell the other girls immediately," she adds. "They will want at least three hours to get ready." Ooh, snarky! But to be fair, Catia has a point.

Nothing like pointing out mistakes someone else is making to help you ignore your own.

The cool breeze caresses the back of my neck. I take one of the grips out of my mouth and anchor it through a handful of curls; I'm just about to do the same with the other one when a shadow moves behind a white fall of muslin like a ghost, one long-fingered hand, ringed with silver, reaching up to pull back the curtain. It's Luca.

You remember that song by Jovanotti I say to you, in the river?" he asks. "Yes!" I swivel a little to look at him. "I looked it up, but I couldn't find it." "' La Valigia ,'" he says. "The suitcase. The boy is a suitcase, he travels all around, but only one person, the girl, knows how to open the lucchetto. " "The lock," I translate, suffused with happiness at this.

I can always find someone to go out with, and then you can take off with Luigi--" "Shh!" Kendra hisses. "Don't ever say his name!" "Sorry!" Paige is contrite. "He says Catia would go mad if she knew," Kendra whispers. Squashed beside me, I feel Kelly's head nodding in vigorous agreement at this.

Accidents illustrate that you have no control over your life, because from one moment to the next it could be taken away from you.

Like wading through water; That hard, that slow.

You didn't mind someone shutting out the world as long as they were happy to take you inside with them.

For the first time in my life, I fully understand the expression "I can't hear myself think.

For a split second, his finger touches my skin, and he might as well have brushed me with a lit match.

She was incapable of dragging herself away from him; Even though talking over the situation with him had shattered her, being without him would have been even worse,as if it were only his presence that was stopping the pieces flying away in all directions.

Men are so difficult - If they think you're trying to push them in a particular direction they dig in their heels and won't budge.

I step back, farther inside the salon. Watching Luca surrounded by girls, all vying for his attention, Elisa attached to him like a nasty growth that will need extensive surgery to remove, is not my idea of a fun time.

There's silence for a long moment as we all watch him go: then, like air whizzing out of a balloon, we all deflate. No more excitement for us. The hot boy has left the building.

My mum and dad are my parents. I don't even like saying 'biological parents.'" Luca's hands reach up so he can lace his fingers through mine. "Oh, carina ," he says consolingly against my hair. I'm so glad I washed it this morning.

Maybe I'm dead. The thought is not as scary as it probably should be. I'm so calm, so comfortable. The coffin lining is soft beneath me, and it's fairly roomy; I'm touching the side with my right shoulder, but that's okay. I don't feel cramped. Of course, it's pitch-black, but that's strangely comforting. I roll over and realize there's a pillow under my head. How very nice of them to put a pillow in my coffin. Really thoughtful.

Someone undressed me, took off my stinky vomitty dress and my underwear, and put a nightie on me while I was unconscious. Somehow, that realization is particularly hard to bear, the thought of my naked body flopping around, all my squishy bits on full display as someone--Catia? Kelly?--pulled off my bra and knickers. The humiliation just never stops.

Luigi, the art teacher, holds up his brush, and we all do the same. I'm not quite sure why we're mirroring his action, but Luigi is very compelling, more than capable of making four excited girls calm down and concentrate on what he's telling us. I think it's partly because he's very serious. Either he doesn't have a sense of humor, or it's extremely well hidden.

Non vi diró come finisce la storia anche perchè non è finita mai Se scorre un fiume dentro ad ogni cuore arriveremo al mare prima o poi. I won't tell you how the love story ends, because it never will-- if a river runs inside every heart, it will lead us to the sea at last. --Jovanotti

I don't think I've ever been called beautiful by a boy in my life. It's definitely not an English-guy thing; in London, we pride ourselves on our irony and sarcasm. You're lucky if you even get a backhanded compliment from a boy. "Your hair doesn't look terrible today"--that kind of thing.