Quotes from Suzanne Young

Keeping a secret isn't the same as being a liar.

Truth is, I don't know what Deacon wants anymore - it's not just physical. Whatever it is must scare him, though, and I'm the one who ends up getting hurt. So I make the concerted effort to resist his temptation, even if sometimes I'd like nothing more than to surround myself with his affection.

Forgiveness is voluntary. There should be no "have to" about it.

Was I a science experiment? Did he want to pin me down and dissect me?

Don't tell people your dreams; show them

When the deaths first started increasing, there were all sorts of rumors. From defective childhood vaccines to pesticides in our food—people grasped for any excuse.

I lean forward to press my lips to his, letting him have me in a way that only he can.

The door partly opens, and Deacon rests his hip on the frame and looks me up and down as if he has no idea who I am. He's wearing gray sweatpants with CORVALLIS UNION HIGH SCHOOL printed up the leg, his hair all askew. He's shirtless, whether for effect or for comfort I'm not sure.

I'm hopeful that the new job I'm starting today at Santo's Restaurant will not only get me paid, but will also help me meet some quality people. Or I'll just eat a lot of chimichangas. I'll be all right either way.

In my head I hear a whisper, or rather the memory of a whisper. The familiar voice is soft, and it warms me from the inside out as it murmurs a name: Charlotte.

Deacon was good, too-almost as good as me. His charisma draws people in, even if it's only a facade.

I try to tell myself he's probably a teddy bear on the inside. But I'm pretty sure that's not true.

Its's not good to have fears like this. It only makes it more likely that you'll die that way--a self-fulfilling prophecy.

And while I'm at it, I'll find out what's wrong with your sister, too.

Why are you here?" Lucy asks incredulously. "You didn't say yes?" I shake my head, and my sister looks offended on behalf of the entire female species. "I'm sorry to say this, Elise," she states, taking out a slice and biting off the end. "I think you need therapy.

he lets me take the orders, standing at my side like my own personal Mexican food encyclopedia

And when we left Colorado last month, I wasn't sure if I'd ever make another friend again." "But then I came into your life. Sounds like fate to me.

I'll expect you and your . . . guy friend in the front row. Paying very close attention." "Wow," I say. "What will you ever do if I get a boyfriend?

It sounds to me like the gods of sneaking out have smiled upon Lucy.

I'm in love with someone else," he says. "But she's gone. And I—

You're still home?" I ask. "It's not even curfew." "Thought I'd grace you all with my presence." She pauses to smile.

You make me proud every day." Lucy and I start to groan, ready to tell him to stop being so sappy, when he laughs. "And I'm most proud when you're home by curfew without any boys around.

Well, sweetheart. You have been missed. You've been missed dearly.

All of us sit at the table, like a family—a dysfunctional one, but a family nonetheless.