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373 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 19, 2014
"I just had to see you again," he murmurs.
"If you ask me do I want you to be waiting for me the day I get off the plane? Yes. Do I want to talk to you every night on the phone and know you're my girl and that I'm coming home to you? Yes. Am I going to be thinking of you every single moment while I'm gone? Yes."
"I want to take a piece of her with me and leave a piece of me with her. How do I get enough of her to last me a year?"
"Come back to me. Promise you'll come back to me." She whispers…
"Always."
"Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water, and everone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss."
"You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you're going to find yourself again."
"Does he call you his north star? Because that's what you are to me. You're the reason I made it home."
“…because jessa isn’t like the other girls…”
”’We have five more hours left before I have to drop you back home. How many of those hours can we spend kissing?
‘Maybe four and a half, depending how fast you can paddle us back to the beach.”
”At school I’m the good Catholic straight-A student who never messes up. At home I’m the good, quiet, studious, and respectful daughter who doesn’t cause trouble. On stage or with Kit, though, I get to throw off those identities and inhabit another person. I can be angry, passionate, funny, tragic, playful, seductive, powerful. I guess it’s ironic that the only time I’m ever myself is when I’m not myself. My usual self, anyways.”Hell, her description even reminds me of those little ceramic Precious Moments figurines. The only thing missing are teardrop eyes and a halo.
”One day she was this small, blond kid, all elbows and knees and braces, following the two of us around all the time like a lemming, and then I go away to basic training and come back to find she’s all grown up, with eyes the size of dinner plates, hair hanging straight as a sniper’s aim down her back, and a smile that takes my breath away every single time.”Kit’s the predictable bad boy Marine, Jessa’s father is the overbearing, mentally ill Corporal, Jessa’s mom is just kind of there, etc. This is the YA/NA equivalent of a Nicholas Sparks movie. You know; sobbing, tragic romance stories with pretty white people set on the beach. Even the plot is predictable. I knew who would die, I knew how it would end, I knew the big twists and turns. The author didn’t make it very heard to figure these things out.
“I was thinking about you a lot when we were away … I couldn’t get you out of my head.”
“If you ask me do I want you to be waiting for me the day I get off the plane? Yes. Do I want to talk to you every night on the phone and know that you’re my girl and that I’m coming home to you? Yes. Am I going to be thinking of you every single moment while I’m gone – yes.”
I want to take a piece of her with me and leave a piece of me with her. How do I get enough of her to last me a year?
“Come back to me,” I whisper.
“Always,” he answers.