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336 pages, ebook
First published April 12, 2012
“I don't like you, Park," she said, sounding for a second like she actually meant it. "I..." - her voice nearly disappeared - "think I live for you."
He closed his eyes and pressed his head back into his pillow.
"I don't think I even breathe when we're not together," she whispered.
“He made her feel like more than the sum of her parts.”
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I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.
“Sit down." He said it came out angrily. The girl turned him like she couldn't tell whether he was another jerk or what.Definitely NOT a typical YA romance. (Thank goodness).
"Jesus-Fuck," Park said softly, nodding to the space next to him, "just sit down."
“No matter what happens," Park said, "I love you.”Audiobook Comments
“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice.She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
“Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.”
“I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.”
“What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away? The math seemed impossible.”
“I just want to break that song into pieces and love them all to death.”
““I don't like you, Park," she said, sounding for a second like she actually meant it. "I..." - her voice nearly disappeared - "think I live for you."
He closed his eyes and pressed his head back into his pillow.
"I don't think I even breathe when we're not together," she whispered. "Which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?"
He was quiet. He wanted everything she'd just said to be the last thing he heard. He wanted to fall asleep with 'I want you' in his ears.”
“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
“ “My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.” ”
“Nothing was dirty. With Park.
Nothing could be shameful.
Because Park was the sun, and that was the only way Eleanor could think to explain it.”
"You're so pretty, and you're so good. You have magic eyes. You make me feel like a cannibal"
She hadn't told him that he was prettier than any girl, and that his skin was like sunshine with a suntan.
“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
“You’re my favorite person of all time.”
Nothing was dirty.
With Park.
Nothing could be shameful.
Because Park was the sun, and that was the only way Eleanor could think to explain it.
“Nothing before you counts. And I can’t even imagine an after.”
He set his forehead against hers. She didn’t know what to do with her eyes or her hands. “Nothing before you counts,” he said. “And I can’t even imagine an after.”
“You can be Han Solo,” he said, kissing her throat. “And I’ll be Boba Fett. I’ll cross the sky for you.”