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386 pages, Hardcover
First published May 10, 2016
“It’s a bathtub. A haunted bathtub.”
“She places one pink pill precisely on each of our tongues. Gulp.”
This endless weight of being a human-type person on this spinning orb next to the sun in an infinite universe in a sea of the evermore infinite multiverse!
...idiot Neanderthals with the IQ of maybe a concrete block...
...this is really getting confusing. I sort of wish we could have name tags. Girlfriend or Not Girlfriend. Somebody hand me the right one.
Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t so bad to be myself
Nevertheless, Mile is turning my head into jelly and goop because all I can do is think that I shouldn't get a crush on him but I'm getting a crush on him but I shouldn't get a crush on him but maybe he's getting a crush on me but maybe he isn't but maybe he is...
Well, that’s what I thought. So, I sat there. And I sat there. And I listened. And I sat there. But then it wasn’t stopping. Like for an hour. An hour-long bath.
I know what it’s like to see someone and practically melt the minute you see them because everybody told you there would be someone like that. It’s in every book. In every movie. It’s in every poem since the beginning of time and maybe even written on walls somewhere in caves. Everyone tells you for so long and in so many ways that finally you don’t believe them.
"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to freakyland. Population: this."