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360 pages, Hardcover
First published August 15, 2013
“His name is River West,” Sunshine slipped in. “And Violet’s decided she’s going to be mad as a hatter in love with him.”River West. Sunshine Black. Rose Redding. True White. Violet White. Blue Hoffman.
...Sunshine was dead right, and we both knew it.
"We all know you’re a smug bookworm, sister. Stop showing off."There were seriously so many references to art, poetry, music, literature throughout the book. It would be a fun scavenger hunt for a reader, but for me, it just made me dislike Violet more and think of her as a smug hipster prone to bragging about all the obscure shit she knows that others don't.
I breathed in the warm, boy smell of him, the smell of leaves and autumn air and midnight and tomatoes and olive oil. His face nestled into my hair, and the last thought I had before I fell asleep was that I’d known River all of one day and yet it felt like years and years.There's also a sad attempt at a love triangle, too. Nope, nope, nope. Run, don't walk.
Spare us uneducated plebeians.
This book wanted lyrical prose. In first person. Unfortunately, it backfired.
Citizen Kane needed a new roof because the ocean wind beat the hell out of it, and Luke and I needed food. So I had the brilliant idea too rent out the guesthouse.
“Violet, you’re so naive”
We were the same age, and while we weren’t really friends, we were each other’s only neighbours.
River was taking my side against Luke. Sunshine never did that.
“…Let’s, you know, go play in the Citizen’s attic. It’ll be fun. Come on.”
Luke played sport and had sports friends, during the school year at least. All I had was Sunshine, and Sunshine…was Sunshine.
I licked my lips. But not how Sunshine would do it. I did it like I meant it.
“...Sunshine probably had it coming”
“What news?” Sunshine asked. She put her ice cream spoon in her mouth and pulled it back out, nice and slow. “I don’t read the newspapers. They make my head hurt.”
I slipped the sandal off my right foot and tapped my toes on the stone step…
I slipped my sandal back onto my right foot…
I slipped off my flip-flops…
I awoke with the sun on my toes.
…knees bent, his pretty, bare feet tucked halfway into the sand.
…I wavered back and forth on my feet.
He was barefoot again. He didn’t like to wear his shoes. Which I liked because I liked his feet.
He wasn’t wearing any socks, and he had nice feet, especially for a boy—strong and tan and smooth and beautiful, you almost couldn’t call them feet anymore.
“We all see things sometimes. When I was your age, I was so in love with Wuthering Heights that I convinced myself Heathcliff really existed…I took a bus up to Yorkshire and set out to find him. I walked for twenty three miles across the moors, following what I thought was Heathcliff’s shadow, stretching across the heather, calling me to him…”
“Look, I know that River’s done…bad things.” Neely paused…I hate it so much. But River is my brother. He was there every time I shot my mouth off as a kid…”
“…I say we men skip the grocery store and go check it out”
“I can’t get a job. If you come from old money, you have to run through it all and then drink yourself to death in the gutter. Getting a job isn’t allowed”
River’s kiss tasted like coffee and storms and secrets.
Olive oil and tomato juice were running down my chin and I couldn’t have cared less.
"No," Neely said. "You played God."
"I am a God"
Neely threw an arm in the air. "Well there you go. What can I say to that? How do I reason with a god?"
“Sunshine, if I ever disappear, please tell people that I ran after the Devil, trying to get my soul back.”
Ignorance is bliss.