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307 pages, Paperback
First published May 27, 2008
I like the way he says my name, the name I’ve always wanted for the me I’ve never gotten to be.
The sculpture I saw looked like nothing from far away, just a lump of rock, but up close you could see it was a figure pushing up out of the ground and reaching toward the sky. There was a little plaque under it. It said "Stealing Heaven." ...
My mother taught me to believe in silver, to believe in things, but I think it's more important to believe in me.
NEGATIVE MORALS/THEMES PG13 - 10/10
SEXUAL THEMES PG13 - 6/10
VIOLENCE/GORE/GRAPHIC SCENES G - 2/10
"Hey, where's your sense of adventure?"
"In the car."
He laughs, then hands me the unshaken can. "Okay, here you
go."
"Thanks." I turn to leave.
"Hey, do you--can you stay for a while?"
"What? Why?"
"Do you know you almost always answer a question with another
question?"
"Is that a problem?"
He grins. "No. I'm just saying, that's all. It's actually
very interesting." He sits down at a table, motions at the seat across
from him. "You want to sit down?"
"With you?"
"And again with the questions. Yeah, with me. You should give
me a chance. I've been told I grow on people."
"What, like fungus?"
He laughs. "Something like that."
"Hey, Hortense," Ruthie calls out. "Sit down and
eat with the poor boy already, will you? I win a buck if you do."
"Ruthie," Greg says, "I knew there was a reason why
I love you. The continual public humiliation is such a joy, really."
"Hey, at least I bet on you."