|I bought this as my Christmas|
present to my library.
This book is …
… just amazing.
Read it. Now, or at least soon; it’s made several lists. It will make more. Then you can be smug, because you’re not late to the party.
My favorite quotes from the book.
pg, 113. “And you look like a protagonist.” She was talking as fast as she could think. “You look like the person who wins in the end. You’re so pretty, and so good. You have magic eyes,” she whispered. “And you make me feel like a cannibal.” Eleanor
pg. 164. If Eleanor tried to kiss Park, it would be like a real-life version of some little gril making her Barbie kiss Ken. Just smashing their faces together.
pg. 172. Her face was perfectly round, with dimples so deep that when she smiled, she looked tufted, like a cushion.
pg. 173. Thinking about going out with Park, in public, was kind of like thinking about taking your helmet off in space.
pg. 178. But he kept finding new pockets of shallow inside himself. He kept finding new ways to betray her.
pg. 198. But you couldn’t enjoy the fact that he was in a good mood, because it was the kind of good mood that was just on the edge of a bad one. They were all waiting for him to cross over.
pg. 204. What if Park realized that all the things he thought were so mysterious and intriguing about her were actually just … bleak?
pg. 205. She didn’t know there were things worse than selfish.
pg. 248. Her own hands hung stupidly at her side. Like they weren’t even in the same scene as his.
pg. 251. Like her freckles. He said she was candy sprinkled.
pg. 273 The Impala might not look pervy on the outside, not like a fully carpeted custom van or something--but the inside was a different story. The front seat seat was almost as big as Eleanor’s bed, and the backseat was an Erica Jong novel just waiting to happen.