Quotes About A.J.

Revis is a first-ballot Hall of Famer. It's just an honor going against him.

Love you," Maya says. "Yes, she keeps saying that," A.J. says. "I warned her about giving love that hasn't yet been earned, but honestly, I think it's the influence of that insidious Elmo. He loves everyone, you know?

A.J. nods out of politeness, but he doesn't believe in random acts. He is a reader, and what he believes in is narrative construction. If a gun appears in act one, that gun had better go off by act three.

I hate book parties," A.J. says. "But you run the bookstore," Lambiase says. "It's a problem," A.J. admits.

Maya, having recently made her way through The Lord of the Rings trilogy, names it Bag End. "Because it looks as if a hobbit might live here." A.J. kisses his daughter on the forehead. He is delighted to have produced such a fantastic nerd.

Elmo, a character A.J. has always despised because he seems too needy. "Elmo!

THAT NIGHT IN BED, A.J. is still talking about the e-reader. "Do you know the real problem with that contraption?

W-MT: There was a book I read about in the New York Times Book Review. It had a red cover, maybe? A.J.: Yeah, that sounds familiar. [Translation: That is excessively vague. Author, title, description of the plot—these are more useful locators. That the cover might have been red and that it was in the New York Times Book Review helps me far less than you might think.] Anything else you remember about it? [Use your words.] A.J.

But have you read any short stories?" A.J. asked. "Maybe in school. Fairy tales. Or, um, The Red Pony? I think I was supposed to read The Red Pony." "That is a novella," A.J. said.

The minute she's back to Providence, A.J. calls her on Skype. "I've been thinking. We should have Leon Friedman come sign at the store in August while the summer people are still in town.

A.J. nodded, covering her smile with a hand as Devlin emerged with his hair messed up and hay hanging off his sweater. He looked like he'd been through a war. "You okay there, champ?" Chester asked. "Those there grain bags can be tough when they come atcha in a pack like that.

My name is A.J. I like football and video games, and I hate school.

My name is A.J. and I hate it when my school gets attacked by monsters

My name is A.J. and I hate school. Well, I hate that reading and writing and arithmetic part of school, anyway. That stuff is for the birds!

My name is A.J. I like football and video games, and I hate school." Our teacher, Miss Daisy, was taking attendance.

just joking!" I protested. "I hate poetry." "Come on, A.J.," said

My name is A.J. and I hate the morning announcements