What do you think?
Rate this book
282 pages, Paperback
First published November 4, 2014
"A boy who doesn't want to lie, married to a girl who can't tell the truth."
“You’re easy to read, Ivy, but the whole book of you is complicated.”
"I grieve the daughter I was, the wife I never wanted to be, the killer I refused to become, the traitor I pretended to be. I am none of those things now. I raise my head and wipe my eyes. Daughter. Wife. Killer. Traitor. They are all old versions of me. Now I will become a survivor."
"A boy who doesn't want to lie, married to a girl who can't tell the truth."
When his scream fades into silence, he rests his forehead against the metal. "Sometimes," he says, voice raw, "I hate this place." He twists his neck and looks at me, hands still hooked in the fence above his head.
"I know," I say, barely a whisper. "Me, too."
You're easy to read, Ivy, but the whole book of you is complicated.
"Why me?" I ask.
"Because everyone needs someone to put their faith in," Bishop says. "Life's too lonely otherwise. And I'm putting mine in you."
Love isn't something you can legislate. Love is more than charts and graphs and matching interests. Love is messy and complicated and it is a mistake to deny its random magic.
"I want to be someone strong and brave enough to make hard choices. But I want to be fair and loving enough to make the right ones."
I'm not sure how we got to this place, where a girl's only value is in what kind of marriage she has, how capable she is of keeping a man happy.
"My mission is not to make him happy and bear his children and be his wife. My mission is to kill him"
"Neden benim için çabalamayı bırakmadın?" Kendime eğer uyuyorsa, bir daha sormayacağımı söyledim.
Uyumamıştı. "Ne demek istiyorsun?" Nefesi ensemdeki saçları gıdıkladı.
"Doğruluk mu, cesaret mi oynadığımız o akşam. Bir süre sonra annenin sevgisini kazanmak için çabalamayı bıraktığını söylemiştin." Durdum. "Neden benim için de pes etmedin?"
"Nedenini biliyorsun," dedi sessizce. Gözlerimi kapattım. Biliyordum ama duymak için hazır olduğumu sanmıyordum. Ancak bir parçam öyle olmalı, çünkü öbür türlü soruyu sormazdım. Özellikle Bishop'a. Gerçek zor diye asla kolay bir şey söylemeyi seçmeyecek oğlana. Belki de bilmek için duymayı istiyordun, bir kez ve sonsuza dek, geri dönüş yoktu.
"Çünkü sana aşığım, Ivy," diye fısıldadı. "Senden vazgeçmek bir seçenek değil." Saçımı ensemden kaldırdı ve oradaki hassas teni öptü.
Nefesim titreyerek çıktı. Sessizlik karanlık odada dönüp duruyordu ve belki de soruyu sormak aptalcaydı ama pişman değildim. Elini açtım ve avucunu öptüm, teni soğuk ve kuruydu. Elini kalbimin üsyüne yerleştirdim ve kendi elimle örttüm.
Böyle uykuya daldım. Dudakları ensemde. Kalbim ellerinde..
But I want to be better than the lessons they taught me. I want my love to be greater than my hate, my mercy to be stronger than my vengeance.
"It's doubtly important that we think for ourselves. We're not our parents. We don't have to agree with everything they stand for."
"If I had to get married, I wanted to marry someone who I was interested in knowing. You're easy to read, Ivy, but the whole book of you is complicated. That's why I wanted you instead of your sister."
“I want to be someone strong and brave enough to make hard choices. But I want to be fair and loving enough to make the right ones.”