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380 pages, Paperback
First published February 13, 2018
"Untouchable. The word sang to me like a lullaby. Everything safe was in those four syllables. Everything I wanted to be but wasn’t."
“To discover that she may have been one light among many, but she had her own fire."
"Grandma’s stories always had an ‘until.’ The problem that messed everything up but showed the characters what they needed or wanted most."
"I drew a protective bubble around The love was there first with arrows stabbing out to keep the X’s away…"
"Rose screamed on the outside the way I screamed on the inside.
On and on, all day long, every day, screaming from somewhere way down deep.
Screaming like vomiting. Screaming until the sound exploded my bones. Mustering the courage to look into the mirror and being shocked I was still in one piece.
I’d read books about people going fucking crazy."
"Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love."
“Act Two, Scene Two. A2, S2.” I pulled her close. “Remember?”
Her lips parted, and her cheeks turned pink. “Of course I do. The letter. Never doubt…”
“Never doubt, Willow.” I kissed her again. In that moment, it seemed so easy.
So perfect, I could almost forget the words were written for a tragedy.
“You’re the girl I want, Willow.” I said it as me, as Isaac Pearce. Not a line in a play written by someone else. Me.
“You’re it. You’re the girl. I don’t want anyone else.”
“It’s never too late. Those two words are the greatest, most powerful killer of hope mankind has ever invented for itself.”
"And just before sleep took me, I remembered the gold of Willow Holloway’s hair as she stood under the theater marquee, staring up at it as if it held the secrets to the universe."
“Now that we are this far along, what do you think of Hamlet?”
“He talks too much.”
Marty sat back in his chair, lips pursed, thinking. “Can you expand on that?”
“He talks too fucking much.”
“You can’t lose me, Isaac,” I said in a broken whisper. “You’re my until. The one that makes everything better.”
“When I’m with you, I don’t feel the need to be somewhere else or to be someone else. I can be in my own skin without it hurting so fucking badly. That’s a gift, Willow. One I can never repay you for.���
Onstage, we were going to destroy each other. But offstage, our story won’t be a tragedy.
’Act Two, Scene Two.’
“The root of all madness is an unbearable truth…”
“My gaze jumped back to Isaac, trying to see if the signs of the abuse were written all over him, or if his worst scars, like mine, were hidden on the inside.”
“I recognized the heaviness in her eyes because I had it too. Loss and pain pressed down on her. She pushed through it with small smiles and a tough façade that wilted the second she turned away.”
“Willow Tree: Its limbs the long hair of a sad girl, reaching for the ground. ‘Sturdy as an oak,’ they say. A willow is stronger. It bends to the storm. Harsh winds whip it, its leaves are torn and carried away. It bends but doesn’t break. It may weep but it will never fall.”
🌥 beautiful damaged girl meets broken bad boy, soulmates at first sight, they 'see into' each other but can't be together bc he's from the other side of the tracks *dun dun* or some shit like that
🌧 i don't know where in this book my feelings went from 'this is eye-rollingly cliche' to 'this is an offense to literature and i'd burn it if i could' but.... we out here
🌩 if i read this years ago (on wattpad, where it belongs) i might've loved it but as of now i've read a hundred variations of it done much better
⛈ just bc a book deals w heavy issues doesn't automatically make it gripping, you need to actually give the characters depth and chemistry or else it's just corny. and i know she's beloved, but i've had this issue w several emma scott books so i'm coming to the conclusion that she's not for me
"The fear I saw in your eyes...I drew it out, but I didn't put it there to begin with," he asked. "Did I?"
"No," I whispered.
I swallowed hard. "It doesn't matter."
"Matters to me," he said, his voice gruff. "It fucking matters to me, Willow."
I was finally on the verge of getting out for good and I meet the one thing that could bring me back. The universe had a sick sense of humor.
You can’t look down on anyone when your own self-worth is ground into the dirt, shattered into pieces, and then pissed on.
I recognized the heaviness in her eyes because I had it too. Loss and pain pressed down on her. She pushed through it with small smiles and a tough facade that wilted the second she turned away.
Looking at Isaac Pearce was like window-shopping: sighing over something you desperately wanted but couldn’t afford. And yet…the impossibility of my being with him—or any guy—made it easier to be bold.
"The love was there first."
"You can't look down on anyone when your own self-worth is ground into the dirt, shattered into pieces, and then pissed of."
"You shook me to the bone in a way I've never felt before and I couldn't take my eyes off you."
"Can't you feel what it does to the people who watch you act? It's like a gift of transportation. An escape for us too."