He was even more overprotective than my stepfather. But in a boyfriend, that kind of thing is actually attractive.
It wasn’t just that Mr. Beaumont and his creepy staring was freaking me out. And it wasn’t that my dad’s warning was ringing in my ears. My mediator instincts were telling me to get out, now. And when my instincts tell me to do something, I usually obey. I have often found it beneficial to my health.
I may be a country girl who’s never been offplanet, but even I’m aware that when a Jedi walks up to you and says, “Here, have a baby,” it’s not going to end well.
I really wished he would go away. Plus a bunch of his computer nerd friends were standing there, staring at me like I was some new kind of pixel or something.
There really was no advantage, that I could see, in having brothers: they chewed with their mouths open, and ate every single Poppin’ Fresh roll before I’d even had one.
When in doubt, I always say, wear black. You can never go wrong with black.
I hope not to be gone for more than a day or two, Susannah, but I am perfectly aware that in the past it hasn’t taken much longer than that for you to get yourself into mortal peril. Kindly, while I’m away, see to it that you exercise a modicum of caution in that capacity.
Could there be three other words in the English language more effective at striking terror deep within the heart than “Got a minute?
I stared at the screen, aware that my heart rate had sped up. Sped up? I was so angry I wanted to ram my fist into the monitor, as if by doing so I could somehow ram it into Paul Slater’s rock hard abs. -Suze Simon.
Thrust into this dingy classroom we die like lampless moths locked into the desolation of fluorescent lights and metal desks. Ten minutes until the bell rings. What use is the quadratic formula in our daily lives? Can we use it to unlock the secrets in the hearts of those we love? Five minutes until the bell rings. Cruel Algebra teacher, won’t you let us go?
I am going to start with the sock drawer because that is clearly the most important. You can’t really concentrate on anything if your socks aren’t right.
Then I watched his eyebrows go up. Way up.
I finally realized there are no handsome princes – that it was all up to me... that it had always been up to me.
As hard as it is to date someone with nineteenth-century manners-seriously, it’s getting to a point where I spend so much time swimming laps in the campus pool to work off my sexual frustration, my highlights are becoming brassy-I still feel a thrill every time Jesse calls me Susannah. He thinks the name everyone else calls me-Suze-is too short and ugly for someone of my strength and beauty.
I’m eighteen; I’m a princess; and I’m a virgin. You know what? At this point in my life, I might as well be a unicorn. Happy freaking birthday to me.
I broke my toe playing Olympic figure skater with Allie over winter break.
I once saw her throw a Juicy Fruit wrapper on the ground in Central Park. She doesn’t even feel guilty about littering.
It’s sort of weird to be hugged by your Algebra teacher. That’s all I have to say.
One of her best paintings, Woman Enjoying a Quick Snack at Starbucks, is hanging in their dining room.
I’m not resentful of the fact that she decided to marry a guy who lives three thousand miles away, forcing me to leave school in the middle of my sophomore year; abandon the best – and pretty much only – friend I’ve had since kindergarten; leave the city I’ve been living in for all of my sixteen years. Oh, no. I’m not a bit resentful.