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244 pages, Paperback
First published March 29, 2016
“The last time I saw Alex Hammond, he was strung out of heroin, just as high as my sister. That was the night Iris died.”



“And the heavens will shine down and we’ll kiss like a happy couple at the end of a Shakespearean comedy.
But I know it won’t happen. This is Greek tragedy. And I’m just as broken as he is.”
“Someone like you just wouldn’t get poems by someone like her.”
“Someone like me? What makes you think you know me?” he asks quietly.
“I decide to share my favourite poem with the other poor souls that sit in this desk in other blocks. The teacher has her back turned, scrawling more nonsense on the chalkboard. I scribble on the desk:
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the Pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
There. Have a little goth with your binomial equations.”
Natalie leaves the remaining cupcakes. "Take one a day as needed. With Diet Coke. Repeat in six hours if no results."
I roll my eyes. "What results?"
"Mom says cupcakes are the cure for unhappiness."
I received a copy via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Iris’s death was officially deemed an accident. Not a suicide. But don’t you have to have some sort of death wish to smoke heroin?
I'm trapped, and I push up on my hands, trying desperately to stay above him. His grasp tightens as he squeezes my waist. Nerve endings all over my body explode like fireworks, and suddenly I feel out of control. It feels wild. Intoxicating.
Blazing stars streak across the sky above us. I shake my head. Love keeps me warm.