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302 pages, Paperback
First published May 26, 2017
“I know you don’t need a hero, Joss. You are the strongest person I know. Even so, I can’t help myself. I never could. And not because someone told me I was supposed to, either.”
Wes isn’t weird. He isn’t alien. He’s a gift— rare and mine.
Wes closes the small distance between us and cups my cheeks, pulling my head toward his and resting our foreheads together. “I love you something fierce,” he whispers, and for the first time in an hour, my pulse begins to slow.
"Sometimes, Josselyn, things just are what they are. There isn't some great reason, or some moment of redemption that makes all of the hurt and suffering right again."
"...I try to wrap my brain around where I am, how this life is mine. None of it seems fair. I've has so very few years of happiness. A child should be happy. For a girl like me, though, happy has always been defined differently."
I feel you. I’m alive…because of you. I…cope…because of you, Wesley Stokes. It has always been you – always.
“I don’t need a hero, Wes.” I say again, pressing our foreheads tight again, my thumbs both drawing soft lines along his jaw. “I just need you.”
“It’s like for once we’re in charge and this is exactly how our story is supposed to go.”
Wow the waiting was so worth it...A Girl Like Me is an amazing read.
Ginger Scott wrote a sequel as good and as engaging as the first book,the emotional roller-coaster that characterized A Boy Like You is still there and it kept me on my toes from the start to the very end.
Even if the author didn't explain some things I think that is not important because I focused my attention on the power of resilience,that is all human,of our heroine Joss.
I fell for Wes in the first book but I loved Joss in this one, I've really appreciated her growing since the beginning of this journey.
I hope to see these characters again in the future, in the meantime I'll keep them in my heart forever.
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He’s breaking me just by being, and it isn’t fair.
“I don’t need a hero, Wes,” I say again, pressing our foreheads tight again, my thumbs both drawing soft lines along his jaw. “I just need you.”
Maybe that’s the moral of our story—we suffer and overcome, then risk again.
“I promised you I would tell you everything I could, but some things might be better left in boxes.”
“He said I’m supposed to be your hero…what if I’m the bad guy?”
“I just need you…I need you…I need you…and you are not my villain.”
“There are so many people who love you in this world. I’m merely one of them.”
“Before, I only stayed away for you. Everything…it’s for you. I came back for you, I was born for you.”
“We’ve come home, to the beginning. Our story starts again. And nobody writes it but us.”