I felt a sense of longing for him such as I’ve never experienced in my lifetime for any person, or even for any pet.
I’d always hoped but never believed that I could have such an adventure on my own. That I could own it. And love it. But it had happened. The notebook had made it so.
You can tell a lot about a person from the pages he or she chooses to journal on – I was strictly a college-ruled man myself, having no talent for illustration and a microscopic scrawl that made wide-ruled seem roomy.
You don’t know who Nicholas Sparks is?” Dash asked. I shook my head. “Please don’t ever find out,” he said.
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, they sang.
Langston took the latest red Moleskine notebook that Grandpa bought me and, together with Benny, mapped out a series of clues to find a companion just right for me.
In the future, I decided I would tackle the solitude thing more enthusiastically, so long as solitude meant I could also walk in the park and pet a few dogs and pass them treats.
But whether or not you are here, you are here – because these words are for you, and they wouldn’t exist if you weren’t here in some way. This notebook is a strange instrument – the player doesn’t know the music until it’s being played.
The scene is very Sopranos meets Rent.
Let’s make plans,” I ventured. And Sofia smiled and said, “No, let’s leave it to chance.
I guess I’m nervous to be meeting you,” Lily said at long last, eyes still closed. “Likewise,” I assured her. “I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, there are oh so many ways I can disappoint.
I haven’t been able to reach her. And if I can’t reach her, there’s no way to keep her from being lost.
And It’s not entirely true that I’ve never been in love. I had a pet gerbil in first grade...
Why do girls always fall for guys with the attention span of drosophila?
But I couldn’t concentrate on writing in the notebook. I wanted to live inside it, not write in it.
Ouch. Cursing – not so dashing.
She told me if I clean all the ashes out of the grate, then I’ll be able to help my sisters get ready for the ball.
I can’t imagine anyone ever wanting to be alone with me that much.
It is possibly true what Grandpa’s buddies have repeatedly told me: Teenage boys cannot be trusted. Their intentions are not pure.
People who want things to be perfect are always impossible to please. But.